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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: I'm Not Your Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Pyro, Rogue, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Kelly, and Charles

WC: 2,879

Warnings: Childhood abuse, experiments, mentions of torture, Reader's a mutant, bruises and wounds mentioned, fire mentioned, drugs mentioned, attacks mentioned, teasing, taunting, anxiety, embarrassment, slow burn, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

You were a twenty-five-year-old woman who went through the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a child of six. Your dark terrible past. You lived through it every night in your dark visions. It seemed to never disappear, never leave you, even when you would wake up in total fear; covered in sweat; the images would replay over and over again, haunting you forevermore. You would never feel safe or normal after what you went through.

At the age of three, you found out, along with your parents, that you had teleporting powers. That you were a mutant. Your parents freaked out whenever you would accidently teleport places in your sleep, so they sent you to a testing lab. Your parents abandoned you there when you turned six and it seemed like nothing was improving. Leaving you in the hands of tall, scary scientists, alone and afraid.

For years you were experimented on, some days tortured. Slowly they stopped when they gave you a serum which they received no reaction from you. The serum involved brain enhancements and enhanced healing abilities, and when there was no reaction from you, they grew very frustrated. The scientists then connected tubes and electric wires to your head, sending radioactive and electric signals into your brain, which seemed to cause the serum to activate. You showed many signs of having many mutations of the mind, powers such as telepathy, memory manipulation, memory reading, electricity, and memory wiping. This, though, caused the scientists to move on to the next child and forget about you. Throwing you away into an iron cage, like trash.

You sat there in the corner, your head bruised and your brain pounding against your head in sheer agony. The only sound you could make were muffled whimpers from within the iron bars. Your clothes were tattered and ripped from wearing them for too long and not having showered in months. They smelled like old garbage and urine. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tiredness. Your fingers were covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. A single strand of your hair fell across your face. You reached your hand out with a shaky movement. You touched the lock of hair. It felt coarse and dry. You were trapped there for years, hardly ever getting enough food, which made you weak. You could hardly sleep, laying on the cold concrete floor, with no blanket or pillow to soothe you. There was no way to escape.

Weeks went on and the scientist’s facility went into a crazy haze. Scientists running here and there passed the many rows of caged children. They scrambled to escape as alarms blared and red lights flashed. It has been a while, you were nine, and you could finally control your mind powers, after long years of trying to better yourself. Though, the only thing that you didn't have full control of was your teleportation powers. If you did succeed in honing those powers, you could've escaped. There was loud yelling and some of the other children were crying, but after a while there was silence. No sound or movement was heard, no bleeps of machines or scientists muttering in the next room. Nothing.

You didn't know what to do, but soon a man in a wheelchair wheeled in, other people by his side, quickly they all helped the children out of the cages. You were last to be set free, the man in the wheelchair opened the gate of your cage and held out a hand. You looked at the man, who gave you a kind smile, which you haven't seen in a while. You were scared but curious, and you had this odd feeling that you could trust this man. You grabbed his hand weakly and stepped out of the tight enclosure. Your bare feet touched the floor, flinching from the icy marble, chilling you to your bones. The man then led you to the other children, who were smiling, happy to be free. The children found their new homes with the wheelchair man, who you found out later to be Charles Xavier. You and the saved children were sent to his school for gifted children. Or as he called it, The Mansion.

As the years went by, you were able to graduate from Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Charles then asked you if you wanted to become the new Biology teacher for some of the kids, and you happily agreed. Although you would only be doing it part-time, you loved it nonetheless. When you weren't working, you'd teleport to your cabin in Alaska, a gift from Charles since you had no place to go. You’d stay in the cold land, admiring the snow that you were never allowed to play in as a child, and gazing up at the Northern Lights. When you were working, you would teleport back to the school and stay until you were done teaching the spring semester. You loved your job and loved helping the many children who grew attached to your sweet and caring personality in mere seconds.

Being the smart person you were, you would sometimes sneakily teleport to the mansion and grab a glass of chocolate milk. You got caught a lot of times, but that didn’t stop you from teleporting and grabbing more. It was fun to teleport back to the mansion and watch as Scott tried to search for cups only to find none. But, you weren't rude, you'd bring back the glasses all clean and shiny once you were done having fun… And when Charles had caught you.

Some time later, some of the children of Charles’s school went on a field trip to a science museum. Which was probably a good and bad idea. Filled with wax figures from the Stone Age and fake dinosaur bones, the museum was a great place for children to learn and have fun doing it. While some of the children were listening to Ororo talk about Neanderthals, a boy named Artie, observed a girl lick her ice cream. The girl looked at him, and Artie smiled back at her. The girl then stuck her tongue out at him and glared. Artie, retaliating, did the same, sticking out his black and pronged tongue. The girl turned away, frightened, stuffing her face into her mother's dress.

“Artie?” Ororo called out to the young boy, the boy in question turning to look up at his teacher. “Not here.” She said, giving a little smile, softly shaking her head.

Not only minutes later did someone call out her name, “Storm?” She turned to see Jean and Scott walking with a group of other kids. “Everything okay?” Jean asked her, and Ororo nodded.

“Yeah. How was the medical exhibit?” She asked Jean, glancing between Jean and Scott.

Jean rolled her eyes, “The kids liked it. Scott was bored.” She answered, looking over to Scott for a second.

“It was boring,” Scott announced, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a small frown on his face.

Ororo did a quick headcount of the kids, freaking out only slightly when she was a few kids off, “Jean, where are the others?” She queried worriedly, turning to them again.

Meanwhile, around the same time, over in the cafeteria, Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro were sitting at a table, talking. They sneaked off from the museum's many exhibits, wanting to rather hang out without the constant gaze of teachers. As they were talking, a voice came out of nowhere and cut their conversation short. “Hey man, can I have a light?” A teenager asked in a snappy tone, his friend standing beside him.

Pyro looked down at his lighter, which was painted to look like a shark, and he flicked it a few times, the fire igniting. “Sorry, can’t help you out, pal.” He replied, closing his lighter, looking at the two teens nonchalantly.

“Why are you being such a jerk, man?” The second teen demanded, clearly ticked off.

“Yeah, why are you being a jerk?” The first teen questioned, the same annoyed tone in his voice, matching his friends as they both glared at the Pyrokinesis teen.

Pyro and Bobby ignored the two teens, going on to discuss if Rogue was having a good time or not when suddenly the second teenager grabbed Pyro’s lighter.

“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, defensively, watching as the teenager handed the lighter to his friend. Pyro stood up and walked to them to get his lighter back, but the second teenager held him back, while the first teenager lit his cigarette. “That’s really funny, bro.” Pyro said maliciously.

The second teenager only smirked, “What are you gonna do?” His friend took a drag of his cigarette, and blew the smog into Pyro’s face. “Suddenly you’re not so tough.” The teenager told, as his friend breathed in from his cigarette.

Pyro looked at the first teenager and winked, causing the cigarette to catch up in flames, fire landing on the teenager’s arm. Many people got up and stepped back, as the teenager tried to put out the flames, and fell down onto a table, causing it to fall over with him. Pyro chuckled a bit, hiding part of his face with his hand as Bobby stretched out his own hand, sending a current of frost toward the teenager on fire; the flame dying down. The teenager stared at both Bobby and Pyro with a panicked look, before the room froze. Everyone was quiet, still as statues, as if they were mannequins or a video paused. Pyro wandered over to Bobby, who looked as startled as the kid who he had saved from Pyro's flames.

“Bobby, what did you do?” Rogue asked her boyfriend, super perplexed as she looked rapidly around the large cafeteria.

Pyro shook his hand in front of the second teenager, getting no response as Bobby frowned. “I didn’t do this.” He spoke before a person wheeled out of the halted crowd.

“No, I did.” Charles announced, stopping in front of Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro in his wheelchair. “And the next time you feel like showing off, don’t.” The head professor responded, giving the small group a sharp stare.

Before anything else could happen, the TV on the side of the wall began to play, talking about something happening in Washington D.C. Charles, the professors, and the kids watched as the man on the news spoke, “We are here in Washington, where there has been an attack in the oval office in The White House. Details are still coming slowly, all we know is the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants.”

“I think it’s time to leave, professor.” Scott stated as Charles nodded his head.

“I think you’re right.” He replied, watching the TV.

Soon the people in the cafeteria unfroze, and everything turned back to normal. When the two teenagers unfroze, they saw that Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue were gone. People looked around confused and worriedly, wondering what had just happened.

~~~

Over at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, Scott looked out the window and turned to Jean and Charles, his arms crossed. The room was tense with worry and confusion, none of them knowing what exactly they should do about what had happened in Washington. “In my opinion, I think Magneto is behind all this.”

“No, I don’t think so Scott.” Jean stated, looking at him from her place on the sofa.

“While Eric might have organized something like this from prison, for him the gesture is far too… Irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.” Charles responded in his chair.

If people could see Scott's eyes, he'd be rolling them, “You mean superiority.”

“If Eric had his way, yes.” In the background, the TV screen presented photographs of dissidents on both views of the mutant issue.

“You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll re-introduce the Registration Act.” Ororo spoke to Charles, Jean, and Scott, crossing her own arms in discomfort.

Charles frowned, “Or worse.” He stared at the protesters on tv, not really knowing what to think.

“Do you think the mutant was working alone?” Jean then asked after everyone went silent.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do.” Charles answered, finishing their conversation.

~~~

In The White House, in the Oval Office, Stryker emerged to greet Anne Reynolds, his right hand in command. They walked through the outer hallway, which is being repaired from the attack.

“Mr. Stryker.” Senator Kelly called, adjusting his suit.

Stryker and Anne stopped and turned around to see Senator Kelly. “Senator Kelly, this is Anne Reynolds, my director of special projects.” Stryker introduced the tall woman in a gray suit.

“My pleasure.” Anne shook Kelly’s hand tightly. A little too tightly and a little too long, Kelly noticed.

“Nice grip.” Kelly began, dropping her hand, “Listen, if you’d like to talk further about what you’re planning, I’d be available to offer my assistan-”

Stryker cut him off, “Thanks for the offer, Senator, but everything is already in place.” He smiled eerily, patting him on the shoulder. As Stryker and Anne walked away, Senator Kelly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes flashed yellow.

~~~

In the living room of Charles’s mansion, Rogue sat on the couch next to Bobby, her gloved hand in his. Two boys sat at a table behind the couch, snickering and quietly laughing at the couple, but their laughter died down when the sound of a motorcycle was heard, causing Rogue to jump from her seat with an excited smile on her face. She headed to the front entrance, Bobby following close behind.

“Logan!” She threw her arms around the Wolverine, who hugged her back.

“Hey Rogue.” She backed up, smiling as Bobby appeared behind her, “Who’s this?” Logan then questioned, looking at Bobby up and down, observing him.

“This is Bobby, he’s-”

Wrapping a hand around her waist protectively, Bobby responded, cutting Rogue off, “Her boyfriend.” Logan and Bobby shook hands, doing so, crackling ice and vapors rose from the handshake, Logan raising an eyebrow at the sort of macho scene. Rogue just rolled her eyes. “They call me Iceman.” Bobby stated.

Logan wasn’t impressed. “Right.” Logan then turned to Rogue. “Boyfriend? So how do you guys..?” His words trailed off as Bobby pulled Rouge closer into his side.

“Well, we’re still working on it.” Bobby answered irritatedly, looking at Rogue and then to Logan.

“Look who’s come back.” Logan turned around to find Ororo, smiling at him as she climbed down the stairs of the mansion. Wearing a white flowy long sleeved shirt, radiant as always. “Just in time.” She finished, walking over to the man and teens.

“For what?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly as Ororo smiled teasingly.

Her smile widened, “Cause we need a babysitter.”

“A babysitter?” Logan inquired, looking confused.

Ororo said nothing else about the matter, turning to leave, “Nice to see you again, Logan.”

“Hey, Logan.” A new voice spoke up. Logan turned to the stairs once more, his eyes widening slightly as he watched Jean walk down the stairs that Ororo previously came from.

“Hi, Jean.” Logan replied, a small fond smile on his face.

“I’m going to… I’m… I’m gonna get the plane ready…” Ororo walked off, knowing she didn’t want to interrupt anything they had going on.

“Hey, well, it was good to meet you.” Bobby quickly stated, before taking Rogue’s hand.

Rouge gave Logan a little wave before being pulled away with Bobby, “Bye, Logan, I’ll see you later.”

Logan then turned back to Jean. “Okay..,” Logan spoke, the awkwardness becoming a bit too much.

“Ororo and I are heading to Boston. We won't be gone long. The Professor wants us to track down a mutant who attacked the President.” Jean explained, as Logan frowned.

“So it was a mutant.” Logan said, confirming his suspicion.

Jean couldn’t help but smile teasingly up at him, “You’ll be here when we get back unless you plan on running off again.”

“I can probably find a few reasons to stick around.” Logan said with a small smirk just before Scott walked into the room.

“Find what you’re looking for, Logan?” Scott asked, also walking down the stairs.

“More or less.” Logan answered, not-so-subtly looking at Jean as she walked over to Scott.

“I’ll see you, boys, later.” Jean replied, before kissing Scott on the cheek, leaving the room.

“Be safe.” Scott said, worriedly.

She smiled, looking back at Logan, “Bye.” She then left the room and headed to the jet.

“See ya.” Logan called after she left.

There was a moment of silence between Scott and Logan. They just stared at each other, the tension high in the air, as both men were in love with Jean in some way or another.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” Logan asked Scott cockily, tauntingly as Scott stood there, giving Logan a glare, or what probably was a glare; he hands on his hips, “Your bike needs gas.” Logan then declared, throwing Scott’s motorcycle keys to him.

Scott caught his keys but threw them back and Logan caught them skillfully. “Then fill her up.” He replied, before leaving Logan alone again.

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lovelywetdreamer · 17 hours

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💙💛~Wolverine's NSFW~💛💙

Wolverine might be short and you probably have to look down on him, but the way he binds your wrists together and stares at you like prey. You completely forget he is a foot shorter than you.

Some animalistic instants in Logan make him bite you. Your body is pressed against a window, Logan on his tip toes as he thrusts himself upward into your sweet cunt. When he is close to filling you with seeds, he sinks his teeth into your collar.

Wolverine is usually the dominant one, but sometimes be a sub for you. He trying to hold himself back from lifting his hips into you. You haven't made any attempts to sink yourself in his dick, you have just been sliding it along your lips. "I won't put it in unless you beg, Logan baby."

"Dammit, brat! Please just put it in. I'm dying over here."

Logan loves the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole. He can't help but use his fingers to scoop the leftover cum and shove it back into your sloppy cunt.

Wolverine is very vocal. He will groan and moan into your ears. Wolverine will bite on his lips so hard that he starts to bleed. He does that because he gets embarrassed by his moans.

After you guys get done making love, he just wants you in his arms.

#Wolverine #logan #Wolverine x female reader #logan x female reader #X-men #x men wolverine #X-men logan #logan x female reader smut #Wolverine x female reader fluff

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angelltheninth · 27 days

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Logan Growlett in the Sheets

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, growling/snarling, claws pop out, feral!Logan Howlett

Word count: 0.6k

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A/N: I'm so sorry for the bad pun. Don't look at me!

Many called Logan wild, feral, an animal. You're the only one who knew the true feral Logan, when he was complexly consumed by his deepest instincts, the instinct to fuck and to breed his cute girlfriend.

Every once in a while he would get like this, pounding into you from behind, strong hands spreading your thighs open for him, holding you against him so you don't move away from his cock. Although a chase isn't a bad idea for the future. Right now you're not going anywhere.

"Where do you think you're going dollface? We're not done yet, my cock's still got so much to give you." Logan rasped.

His hands moved up your body, to your back, across your shoulderblades, putting a bit of extra pressure on your squirming body. Was it wrong for you to rile him up more? To want him to lose control with you and fuck you into the bed harder, fuck you cunt full of his hard cock.

"Why would I go anywhere when your cock is inside me?" You felt him push it all the way inside you, "Fuck. Harder. Faster." The demands trembled on your lips, earning a deep growl in return. Logan's hands pushed you all the way down on the bed.

Trapped between his hard body and the bed you couldn't move much, but you could still clench your pussy around him whenever he pulled out. "Greedy little cunt you got there. I'll make sure to give it what it wants, it's been so good for me today. You take my cock so well, my perfectly made toy." Logan's hips kept snapping forward, slapping into yours, your ass smacked hard every time. "Does my girl want to come?"

"Yeah. I need to... around your cock." You glanced back in time to see him grin triumphally. "I've been a good girl, just like you said." And according to him good girls got to come all they wanted to.

He knew how to make that happen.

"I know what you need babygirl. You need a big load in you. A creampie to help you come." His cock pulsed at his own words, just as eager as your pussy was.

You weren't gonna beg for his cum. Not this time, there was no need to when Logan got like this. There was nothing in the universe that would make him stop making you come. His body tensed on top of yours, his legs pushed on either side of you, trapping you beneath him completely, enjoying every moan you made, and more importantly the slutty, wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock.

He pushes off for a brief moment, inhaled once before his claws popped out and stabbed into the bed.

You would have scolded him for ruining yet another bed if your brain wasn't turning into mush and you could actually form words. Unfortunately you could only whine, "Logan..." Repeating his name over and over while he rutted into your pussy, full balls slapping loud against your skin, "Come." Arching your back as much as you were able you clenched your pussy walls around him, making sure he stayed inside you while you shook with pleasure, barely able to think of anything anymore.

"Cum? I'll give you lots of cum, all of it. Like you need." He chuckled. He heard you right, didn't mean he would stop fucking you now. "Be so full of my cum it's gonna drip out. Or I suppose I could keep my cock in for a little while longer, maybe even all day, keep you here, fuck you when I feel like it."

Warmth rushed through your body as he pushed himself close, his cum spilling both inside and a bit on the outside as well.

"That's a lot. You better stay here." Logan barked out a laugh, his claws slowly retracting before his strong arms slipped under your stomach, one hand patting directly over your pussy. "We'll see if you get lucky this time." If the both of you get lucky.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 27 days

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I dont know if you done this already, but what about you logan x fem reader fic, where reader is the little sister of Charles xavier or Eric, and they keep their relationship secret, but then everyone finds out and readers brother gets really protective of her and has a talk with logan trying to scare him off but it doesn't work

.⋆｡Worst Possible Decision｡⋆.

Logan x plus size reader

How could Logan be stupid enough to fall for the little sister of an overprotective metal controlling mutant? As it turns out, very easily.

Warnings: angst, gunshots, burns/fire, fluff, protective!erik, descriptions of pain, reader is german but there’s no further description than vague references WC: 2.7k

A/N: This went a little off of the request but I hope you still like it and I’m sorry for how long it took!

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

She was too much like her brother in a lot of ways, but at the same time, they couldn’t be more different. Where Erik could command any room he walked into, she blended, finding a home in the shadows where she could be hidden. He exuded confidence and a suave attitude that could charm anyone. She was meek, shy but with a power bubbling under the surface that felt like an even bigger threat than any her brother could come up with.

Erik shot first and asked questions later, Y/N wouldn’t ask, she would get all the answers she needed with a single look and then dispose of the trash without so much as a flick of her wrist. While Erik controlled metal, Y/N controlled pain.

Logan met the brother and sister duo long before the mutants were fractured. He noted how beautiful she was, even when he only glanced at her through his peripheral vision. She was curvy, with a belly and plump thighs. He told them to go fuck themselves.

The next time she saw him, she was alone. She seemed lopsided without her brother beside her, incomplete. Logan saw the way her hackles raised when Charles screamed at him to leave, calling him a liar. He saw how she flinched when Erik was mentioned.

Wolverine knew what happened between them, the rift that hadn’t ever been healed, even after her death in the far future. He was stunned by her beauty then, finally seeing her in the flesh after so many years, alive and well. Logan pulled her to the side as soon as they were alone, embracing her. Y/N tried to push him off but when she felt his pain, the raw burning like his nerves were on fire, she wrapped her soft arms around him, easing him.

“Stay alive.” He told her. “Do whatever you have to, you have to live.” He pleaded before he was pulled back to the future but not without kissing her like it was the last time. He stole her breath away as he poured every ounce of love as he could into her lips.

When Logan strolled into the Manor many years after that kiss, Y/N stayed away from him. He was so much younger, so much more whole. She could see now the pieces of him that would break away over the years and it hurt her. She knew what was going to happen to him, what had happened to him. But he cornered her eventually.

“You seem to already know who I am.” She shivered when she heard his voice call out to her from the infirmary door.

“You made a very big impression on the school.” Her accent had long since disappeared, snuffed out by the need to be hidden, to be safe. She didn’t look at him, instead concentrating on cataloguing the new medical supplies that had been delivered the day before.

The mutant huffed, clearly not content with her answer. “You avoid me like the plague while everyone else is indifferent.” Her eyes flicked up to him briefly.

“Maybe I have decided that I already don’t like you. You did threaten to abandon a young mutant on the side of the road.” He scoffed at the mention of Rogue.

“She had it comin’.” He shrugged. “So what is it exactly that you do?” His large body lounged against the one hospital bed in the room. She couldn’t help but glance up at him. He was physically older, slight grey in his sideburns, more lines on his face but his eyes weren’t as sad, the deep brown swirling with emotions he was trying desperately to tamp down but hadn’t learned how yet.

He was still incredibly handsome though. He walked with a confidence that came from youth, that blind faith in himself and his strength that made him cocky and untouchable. Y/N turned away. “I’m the school’s nurse, I thought that was pretty obvious, given I’m in the infirmary.”

Logan grunted, crossing his thick arms over his chest, holding a beer bottle between two of his fingers. “I was talkin about yer power, bub.” That made her smile, the corner of her lips turning up. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she missed his attitude.

“I control pain. It’s useful.” She shrugs off the question with a half answer. She picked up the last of the supplies on the infirmary bed, making a note on her clipboard before putting them away.

She heard him huff and a silence settled over the room but it was not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just… silence. The beer in his bottle swished as he gulped down the last of the brew. The supply closet’s door swung shut with a creak and she chanced another look at the man.

She couldn’t ignore the way his muscles bulged so she forced herself to turn away. It would do her no good to get involved with him in any capacity, even if her heart screamed for him. Logan took the hint, leaving the infirmary with a grumble and a glance back at her.

It was impossible to completely avoid someone like Logan, even in a school as large as the academy. He seemed to appear in moments when her guard was down, lurking in the corner of her vision like a ghost. His blue eyes locked onto her whenever they would be in the same room, both undressing her and observing her with some morbid fascination.

But no matter how hard she tried, her lips still ached from that kiss all those years ago and her heart burned to know what would become of them in the future.

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“You seem awfully close with the professor.” The manor was silent, a much needed reprieve after the long day of classes in Logan’s case and lots of skinned knees in Y/N’s. An ancient record player crooned in the corner of the huge sitting room, bathing its two occupants in pleasant song which was quickly becoming more of a lullaby. The older mutant sat on one end of the couch with his companion lying across the rest, a thick book propped up on her chest and her sock-clad feet dangerously close to his lap.

She let the statement sink in for a moment as Logan took another sip from his glass of bourbon he had pilfered from Charles’s not-so-well hidden stash. “Are you asking me something or just talking out loud?” He rolled his eyes.

“What do you think darlin’?” He snapped but his usual condescending tone was replaced with a sarcastic tilt to his voice. Her lips quirked up and she shut her book, letting it rest on her sternum as she met his gaze.

“Yes, Charles and I are very close. I’m the same way with Hank and Alex, we’ve all been here since the beginning.” She knew her answer was one that was far more simple than he would’ve liked but she wouldn’t give him the full story unless he asked.

Logan dropped his left hand from where it had been resting upon his chest onto his meaty thigh, the edge of his palm now just grazing the tip of her fuzzy socks. “Are you fucking him?” The question was so unexpected that Y/N choked on her own spit. She shot up as she coughed, tucking her legs beneath her. Too caught up in catching her breath, she missed the way his eyes dulled at the loss of her closeness.

“Scheiße.” The German naturally slipped from her lips and she thumped her chest with a closed fist. “God no! Having a telepath as a friend is bad enough, I could never imagine dating one.” He smirked, letting out a pleased chuff.

“So…” He prompted. Y/N leaned back into the couch. They now sat side-by-side and Logan was able to study her profile as she eased the drink from his hand, finishing it off in one gulp.

Her face was solemn, haunted by something he couldn’t quite place, even in his many decades of life. She looked as if she were in mourning. “I traded one overprotective brother for another.”

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Logan’s legs ached as he ran, the smoke from the fires that raged around him singed his senses. Flames licked up the sides of the manor as gunshots still echoed across the fields, even if the fighting had already stopped. They had come in the dead of night, guns and torches lighting their way.

The school had always been a risk, especially being so close to town. But young mutants needed a place to go. It was inevitable that those who hated them would try to run them out, they all thought they had more time.

It was her voice that pulled Logan from his retreat. Laced with tears, she was comforting one of the older students as he nursed a severe burn to his arm. They were laid out in the grass which was still damp from the early morning dew. Y/N cupped his face with glowing hands and Logan could clearly see the pain that rippled through her.

More students gathered around them, each with an injury of their own, each begging for some kind of relief. Exhaustion painted her face as her body wound tight with agony. The ground shook as Logan dropped to his knees next to her.

“Give me their pain.” She was withering away right before his eyes, driven only by a need to protect, to give the children comfort in the only way she knew how. She shook her head and instead moved to a girl who was no older than 13. A flesh wound cut across her leg, the edges of the wound burned with residual gunpowder.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips as she took the girl’s pain and Logan watched as the woman began to wither away. She was killing herself.

“Give me their fucking pain.” He yanked her hands away from the girl and laid them on his broad chest. She thrashed in his hold in an attempt to pull away but he wouldn’t budge.

Her eyes met his and she froze. This was the moment that he had warned her about so many years before, a premonition that he would never remember. But to give her pain, her gift, to someone else, she couldn’t even fathom it. “Please.” He begged, squeezing her hands in his own. She was weakening, she doubted she could stop him even if she tried.

Logan felt like he was burning alive as gunshots ripped through his arms and legs. And yet he smiled at her and in that moment, something shifted between them. “That’s it doll face.” Heat rushed to her cheeks and it wasn’t because of the fire that still blazed behind them.

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The sounds of power tools and hammers were almost constant nowadays as the mutants worked together to rebuild the crumbling school. Y/N strolled happily through the halls, the walls still blackened from the fire. The students were gone, taken home by their families or sent to safe houses around the country, leaving only a few teachers who wanted to lend a hand.

“They’re working quite quickly.” Charles noted from his place where the greenhouse used to sit. A handful of people, including Logan, Hank, Alex and Rogue among others were steadily building a large room across the way- a brand new library.

Y/N chuckled as she handed him a cup of lemonade. “They have a goal to achieve. This school is important to all of us.” He grinned slyly at his long time friend.

“I’m sure one of them has another motivation for working so hard.” His blue eyes flicked to the love bite that peaked from her collar.

“Shut up.” She muttered with a kick to his wheelchair, Charles laughed under his breath as she walked away to the man responsible for her tender steps and slight limp. As much as Charles loved to tease, he loved even more that she was smiling again and the pain that always seemed to radiate from her mind was now a dull ache that was easily chased away by the touch of her lover.

As soon as she was near enough, Logan abandoned his work, his full attention turned to her. Her laugh carried through the summer breeze like a bird song as he wrapped her up in his arms, lathering her face in kisses. The others rolled their eyes and continued their work as the couple embraced.

“I see my absence was not missed.” Erik’s cool tone froze Charles’s blood.

Rage rolled off the mutant in waves as he glared at the man who was all over his precious sister. His knuckles turned pale and Charles could almost hear the way his muscles tensed. “Erik, what a surprise. I thought you were still on the run.” He looked up at his old friend though he almost didn’t recognise him. His eyes were so much older, his soul so much darker but yet, it was still him.

Y/N had yet to notice her brother, too wrapped up in the arms of her lover but as she pressed another kiss to his cheek, Erik’s anger mounted. He knew what Logan was, knew exactly what pain he was capable of inflicting. “How long?” He growled.

“A couple months though I suspect that Logan had been pining for her since the moment he met her.” Perhaps it was optimistic of Charles to divulge details of their relationship to Erik, but he was a romantic at heart. “Logan saved her life, Erik.”

Her laughter did nothing to ease the furrow in his brow but the way that Logan grabbed at her ample backside absolutely did something.

“Logan?” Y/N asked curiously as the man in her arms suddenly froze and his eyes widened almost comically. “Are you ok?” She cupped his cheek and pain unlike anything she had ever imagined rocketed through her veins. Her bones felt like they were twisting in upon themselves, severing nerves and destroying her body from the inside out. She could feel Logan’s flesh move unnaturally as she pulled him closer to her.

“Logan!” Her hands pressed harder into his jaw in an attempt to steal the violent sensation from him but still, his chest echoed with his suffering.

“Erik enough!” Her head whipped around, as did the attentions of all the other mutants gathered around. The fury in his eyes was like nothing she had seen before, as if he was looking at a roach he had crushed under his boot. His knuckles paled with the force of his power.

A howl of pain escaped Logan’s lips, finally breaking Y/N from her trance. “Release him or I’ll fucking break you.” She snarled and for just a moment, Erik faltered.

His hold wavered briefly but it was enough for Charles to grab his wrist and completely break his focus. “This is beyond childish.” He scolded as Y/N pulled her partner behind her but her deadly glare remained firmly on her brother. Erik didn’t bother to respond, instead his shoulders dropped in surrender and Logan collapsed, the pain finally dissipating.

There was a flurry of movement as she fell to her knees and the others rushed to make sure they were alright. “She’s happy, she’s safe. Leave it alone.” But Erik ignored his friend. His Y/N was gone and perhaps she had been for years. This woman that threatened him when he hurt a boy, as he had done dozens of times in the past with no fight from her, was not the girl he grew up with.

She stood up straight all on her own. She didn’t need Erik to balance her nor Logan to push her up, perhaps that’s why her brother slipped out in the dead of night, leaving behind the one thing that kept him tethered to his humanity. Y/N would awaken the next morning in the protective hold of the man she loved and find a single coin, rusted with age and stained with dried blood on her nightstand. She knew that she would not hear from him again, Erik was dead, only Magneto remained.

The worst decision indeed.

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imyourbratzdoll · 8 days

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

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youronlydarlin · 5 days

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🥰Hey can you write a fic for me. Simon buys thongs and he puts them on, he’s all naked with just thongs on. He also lives alone and makes a sexy slow walk to his bedroom door trying to be seductive and he lick his lips and bites it as he gives his ass a little shake. Then Leon jumps and hangs himself by his thongs on the door giving himself a wedgie and he’s screaming loud. His balls squeezed from the thong and his bare ass on display as he hangs from his thongs receiving the wedgie, he screams but he enjoys it

Hi, what?

You stand in the corner, confused, bewildered, afraid. Half eaten pizza falling to the floor at the sight of... What ever the fuck this is..

It's 3am and you're convinced that what you're seeing is a hallucination, a twisted trick your sleep addled mind bestowed on you as the consequence of not properly taking care of yourself. But of all the fucking horror your brain could've conjured, why this? Was this some sort of secret fantasy that you've locked away and neglected? Tossed to the back and left to starve like that one artificial pet you used to play on your moms phone when you were 7? What was so enticing about the image of Ghost from the hit game Call of duty wearing a thong? With the special participation of Leon Kennedy from the world renowned classic Resident Evil game?

It's all just too much, your knees threaten to give out and you're wondering if it's really too late to get therapy. All you wanted was to go back to your room with a snack, and no, Ghost's ass does not count.

It's like watching a car crash, no matter what you do you can't stop looking. Like you're not in control of your eyes. Forced to look up at the morbid scene that's forever engraved into your memory.

When all of a sudden Deadpool crashes in through the window, he carries you to the basement where you have a hot steamy threesome with Wolverine.

And they all lived happily ever after...

a/n: I can't believe after months of disappearance this is what breaks my no fic streak. I'm deeply sorry to anyone who reads this

Yours, truly

–Dolly

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Fem!Wolverine x Deadpool. Hank/Beast catching Y/N carrying another destroyed frame out of his and Jamie's room which annoys him

Hank walks by and sees Y/N carrying out pieces of a wooden bed frame…

Hank: no. not again.

Y/N: oh yeah. My girl is…wow!

Hank: we’re not covering a new one

Y/N: how else is my honey badger supposed to maintain her traction?

Hank: not my problem

Hank walks away, a little disgusted and embarrassed…

Jamie wraps her arms around Y/N…

Jamie: we could always do it against the wall, bury my claws in that.

Y/N: now you’re thinking, my beautiful Honey Badger!

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betyloca · 3 months

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Antojó de media noche

Summary: You're in the kitchen at midnight eating when you run into Logan and Kurt.

pairing: logan x mutant latin reader x kurt.

You were in your bed, you couldn't sleep. You tried while you moved all over your bed. You looked at your clock, it said midnight. "carajo"You thought. You started to look at the ceiling until your stomach rumbled. "A little food won't hurt me. " You got up while You left your room.

You walked through the hallways, being careful not to wake anyone. You could feel the cold floor as you reached the kitchen. You entered, turning on the light when you noticed a shadow near the closets.

"puta madre" you said looking at the man in front of you.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, looking at you.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't see you, you scared me," you said as you headed toward the pantry. "What are you doing awake cariño?"

-I went down to get water - he said while looking at you - and you liebling?

- I couldn't sleep and I got hungry - you said while making yourself a sandwich.

You could feel his eyes looking at you. You loved Kurt very much. He was a good friend. When he arrived at the mansion, you immediately got around to talking to him, regardless of his appearance.

you loved how gentle he was with you you looked at him he was staring at you "hey mi vida do you want one" you asked him

He smiled - no thanks -

"Okay" you said as you sat down eating your sandwich the way he sat in front of you.

- Why couldn't you sleep? -

"Nightmares" you said as you took another bite of your food he looked at you "it always happens but now they are not as frequent as before" you tell him finishing your food "I wish I could put away those dreams you have" he said taking your hand "eres un amor you know" you said Caressing his hand he smiled shyly waving his tail - bien I'm going to sleep - you said getting up - rest liebling - he said as he got up - rest cariño - you said giving him a kiss before he teleported.

You started to clean up the crumbs when you heard a sound you looked up looking at Loga - hi gloton - you said looking at him standing in the door frame with a frown - what were you doing up with Kurt at this time? - he asked you come closer to stand in front of him. - He - I got hungry and he thirsty - if we stayed talking - he looked at you, standing with his arms crossed - What were they talking about so much? - He asked. You smiled looking at him - Are you jealous? - You said, giggling - I'm not just taking care of you - He said. lying in his voice - I know how to take care of myself - you said walking next to him - although I don't mind sharing - you said turning to look at him while you wink at him - rest mi vida -You went to your room, leaving Logan alone in the kitchen.

He smiled as he headed to his room, how much you drove him crazy with your performance, he loved you but when the blue demon arrived, he stole your attention but he would soon get it back, he thought as he headed to his room.

without knowing that a certain man was also willing to fight for your attention

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Shorts - Eyes

Logan x Reader

Words: 280

"You have very pretty eyes," he said as you smiled, still not looking away from his eyes.

"Nice try." you said as he shifted a little, eyes never moving from yours.

Storm came into the room, fiddling with some papers.

"Y/N, did you see the report I gave you? We need- What are you doing?" she stopped when she found you and Logan staring at one another in the middle of the living room, seemingly for no reason.

It took her a couple of seconds but soon she realized what was happening.

She sighed as she placed her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes.

"Are you having a staring contest? ... Again?"

"Of course, the loser has to take the other on a date." you said as you smiled once more, not even blinking once. After a minute of silence, Storm groaned. She was used to the children but the two of you were something else.

"What do you mean date? You two are married...For the love of God." Storm rolled her eyes again before she groaned and left the room.

She knew the two of you were childish but this is on another level.

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Later that day, you were happily sipping your lemonade when Logan joined you on the blanket.

Having a picnic was a good idea, you loved nature and you two finally got out of the mansion, away from the others.

"I'm glad I lost." said Logan as he laid down on the blanket beside you, enjoying the sun and the sound of the forest.

"This is really nice." you laid back, joining him as you placed your head on his forearm, you let out a long sigh.

This was truly magical.

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loving-barnes · 3 months

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LOGAN HOWLETT - PROM

A/N: As I already mentioned, I have developed a huuuuuge crush on Wolverine.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: smut

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.

Words: 6600+

Important note: The reader has long hair, did my best to not describe her at all. ALSO, I know Wolverine is like 160cm but... I forgot about tha that so, he's a tall MF. (They kinda fucked that up in some of the movies, so whatever.)

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Logan Howlett - Prom

A peaceful evening, that’s what he wanted. Once the students were in their room, Logan could finally have some time off with a bottle of beer that he was able to sneak into the school. And since he knew no one would be in the lounge room at this hour, he grabbed the beer and walked there. To his surprise, he was met with Y/N sitting there.

She was surrounded by papers. It seemed she was grading some essays. He observed her. The way her body hunched over the papers, how her head was low, he knew she was almost asleep. But then her head fell a little and she made a sound. Shaking it, she whispered “shit” under her nose and continued to work on the essays.

“Go to bed,” Logan said when he fell on the leather couch.

Y/N’s head lifted, frowning at her colleague and friend sitting there as if he owned the whole damn place. “I need to finish this tonight.”

“You need to rest,” he talked back, annoyed by her stubbornness.

Her eyes followed his every move. The way he sipped the beer, how relaxed he was on the couch and his eyes kept checking out the papers all over the place. “No, I need to grade. Only a few more left.”

Y/N taught English and literature in the school. She wanted to have this out of her neck before she would give them another assignment - that is, if someone would piss her off again, like the last time.

“Need any help?” he offered.

She kinked a brow and grinned. “Have you read The Great Gatsby?” she asked.

“No.”

“Then, unfortunately, you cannot help,” she said with a teasing smile.

“So, what did the kids do to deserve to write an essay?” he asked. His eyes never stopped following her hands over the table as she went through all the papers.

She sighed and put a grade C on the essay she finished correcting. Then she put down a comment, for the student to know what they did wrong. “One of them was rude to me. He made an inappropriate comment and the class laughed at his boldness, or as I’d like to call it, stupidity. He got detention and the whole class had to write an essay.”

Logan chuckled. “You are strict.”

“Well, no offence, but the kids respect you out of fear. They don’t respect me and so I punish them like this,” I glanced at him with a smile and put one of the last essays in front of me. “2500 words is not that much, to be honest. Especially when the theme is: Gender roles in The Great Gatsby.”

He opened his mouth to comment on it but then closed it. “Fair enough.”

Y/N yawned again and rubbed her eyes. She put down the pen and stretched on the couch. “Alright, a little break won’t hurt me. Just a few minutes.”

“You will fall asleep.”

“No, I won’t,” she said with her eyes closed.

“Yeah, you will, Y/N. Don’t argue with me. I know you well,” Logan said grumpily. He knew he was right.

Sighing, she stood up and did more stretching, just to wake up a little. “Now, I won’t.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed at how stubborn she was, again. “Hey, is it true that Colossus is taking you to the prom?”

Y/N stopped moving and slowly turned her attention to him. What the hell was he talking about? “What?” she was confused. “What prom? And no?”

Now it was his turn to be confused. “The prom that the Professor promised the students like a month ago. It’s this Saturday,” he reminded her.

With her mouth agape, she sat her ass down on the leather couch, her eyes wide and unblinking. “Shit, I forgot! How could I forget? I never forget anything when it comes to my job, the kids… Shit.”

Logan had to chuckle at her reaction. He found it quite adorable. “Y/N, you’ve been working your ass off for the kids. No wonder you forgot. It’s a good thing I reminded ya.” He drank the rest of the beer in one go. “‘Cuz I’m the best at these things.”

“Fuck, right,” she said with an irony in her voice. She wanted to smash her head against the nearest wall.

Y/N was never the one to forget anything and now, it happened. Where was her head the last few weeks? “I have no dress or shoes or anything,” she started to talk mostly to herself. The panic, tiredness and some anxiety showed in her power that she had thanks to her mutation. A forcefield started to glitch around her.

Logan’s eyes widened. “Uh, princess, you need to calm down,” he said. “Take a few deep breaths before you hurt me.”

Y/N’s forcefield was unique. It could protect but be deadly if she handled it correctly.

She glared at him but did as told. She took a few deep breaths until the glitching forcefield stopped. “You know I hate that nickname,” she growled. Logan was no idiot - she was a liar. She liked those nicknames he called her. It made him chuckle.

“Sure,” Logan winked at her. “Lie to yourself all you want.” He enjoyed it when he could rile her up. “So, do you have a date for this prom?” he asked her again.

“No,” Y/N replied as she started to pack all the papers. “As you didn’t already notice, old man,” she knew where to press his buttons, “I forgot about the whole thing. So, no, no date.”

“Wait,” Logan stopped her before she could leave. “So you are telling me, that you don’t have a date? How is that possible?”

She shrugged. “No one asked me. But it doesn’t matter anyway. I believe Bobby is taking Kitty, and Charles and Storm will be attending together. And I think Colossus will ask Angel to be his date since they have this thing going on.”

“What if I was your date?” Logan suggested nonchalantly. His eyes were fixed on her, watching her reaction - and it was a good one. A sparkle appeared in her irises, she stopped talking and just opened and closed her mouth like a fish underwater. “We could go together if you’d like.”

Her lips twitched to a small smile, intrigued by it. “You’d want to go with me?”

“I wouldn’t mind going as your date,” he said, his voice was a bit husky.

“And here I thought you would like to avoid an event like this,” I shook my head in disbelief. “Too much noise, too many kids at the same place.”

“I am full of surprises, princess,” he winked at her.

That stupid nickname made her roll her eyes. “Fine, you can be my date,” she agreed after a while. “But we still need to look after the students and be responsible teachers,” I warned him. “No booze, sir.”

“What?” he frowned, obviously not happy with that information.”Who made that rule?”

“It’s a student prom and they are all underaged,” I explained to him. “You think the Professor will allow alcohol? Ha, wake up, darling.”

“Look who is using nicknames,” he pointed it out. “I was about to say I am excited about the whole prom thing. This changes everything. I don’t even know if I wanna go.”

Y/N got annoyed by that comment. She gave him an evil glare. “Fuck you, Logan. And here I thought you’d be excited that I agreed to be your date. Maybe I should ask Hank to be my date.”

“Oh, come on, princess, I am messing with ya.”

When Y/N was sure she had all her belongings, she walked away from him. “Goodnight, Logan,” she sang to him.

She couldn’t see but Logan had a gentle smile on his face, pleased by all the teasing. There was some excitement bubbling inside of him. She agreed to go to that stupid prom with him.

Y/N hid in her room where she finished grading the last essays. She didn’t let herself think about anything, or anyone until the work was done. Luckily, the last essays were very good and they all received an A.

She changed into a T-shirt and shorts and got into her bed. The moment she turned the light off, she thought back to the last half an hour - to the part where Logan asked her to be his date for the school prom.

A laugh escaped her throat. The Wolverine asked her to be his date for a school prom. How surreal.

Her heart fluttered and her cheeks got hot. The truth was, she liked Logan a lot. There was something eye-gripping and panties-dropping about him. In the past, she would date the exact opposite men than was he. And the way Logan would mess with her, she secretly loved it.

With him, she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.

The next few days were normal. She taught English and Literature classes and found the time to dress shop with Angel two days before the prom. She found a beautiful red dress with secret pockets on each side and an exposed back. It had a deep cleavage that would show her breasts perfectly.

“So, found a dress yet?” Logan stopped by her side the day before the prom. He was standing close behind her, breathing in her scent.

“Aren’t you a curious soul,” she tilted her head and grinned. “You know what they say: Curiosity killed the cat.”

“What if I want to match a tie?” he asked innocently, to which she had to laugh. “I am serious, Y/N.”

Y/N turned around and was met with his eyes staring into her. She pressed a book closer to her chest and smirked at him. “See, if I tell you my dress is blue, would you put on a blue tie?”

He made a face. “No,” he said seriously.

“So why ask if you won’t do it anyway.”

“Come on, Y/N, tell me,” he nudged her shoulder.

She laughed and pushed him out of her way. “I want it to be a surprise, so stop being nosy,” she winked at him and left to teach another class.

Logan grinned when she left him standing in the hallway, but there was one person who saw the interaction - Hank. The Beast passed by him in the hallway, staring at the Wolverine, chuckling. “You two are unbelievable,” he commented.

“Shut up,” he growled at Hank.

“Come on, it’s… adorable,” he said the word carefully.

Logan rolled his eyes, already done with the conversation. He walked down the hallway to his class where he taught history.

He had a thing for her and he couldn’t even lie to himself about it. Logan’s eyes would linger on her longer than necessary. He would watch her leave and stare at her back until she was gone (well, he stared at her ass, because god, it was a good ass.)

When Saturday came, all the students were excited about this event. The girls who came up with the idea of having a prom were praised by many. The boys and men had to help set the outside with balloons, giant speakers, and other decorations. Storm and Kitty were in the kitchen preparing the drinks for the evening - making sure they were non-alcoholic. Charles forbade any kind of alcohol because the students were too young to drink.

Logan was still pissed about it. It was one thing to go to a stupid prom with a beautiful woman by his side, which made him rethink the whole “stupid” thing. But on the other hand - no alcohol? Not even a beer? It would be difficult.

Y/N came to the kitchen with two big boxes on top of each other, followed by Bobby who had another three, keeping them cool. Deserts arrived. They decided that finger food was the best option for this event.

Bobby wanted to take one dessert, but his fingers were smacked by Kitty, who glared at him. “No,” she said strictly.

“But I helped,” he pleaded. When Kitty didn’t permit him one tiny piece of cake, he left the kitchen puffy.

“Will this be enough?” Storm asked when she looked at all the boxes.

“Maybe you should ask that boy, Dean, who can make any food with a snap of his fingers to make us something,” Y/N suggested, smiling innocently.

“Wouldn’t that be mean?” Kitty questioned.

Y/N only shrugged as she walked out of the kitchen. “It’s worth trying,” she then shouted at them when she was farther away.

Logan walked inside the school just as Y/N was about to hit the upper floor. “What’s with the dumb face?” he pointed at her, curious about that smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes squinted, giving him an annoyed expression. “Always so curious, huh?”

“And you are always so mysterious,” he smirked at her.

“You like it, Logan,” she gave him a wink and continued walking up the stairs.

If only she turned to see the smile on his face as he watched her walk up the stairs. “Hey,” he stopped her before she disappeared into the upper level. “Should I come for you tonight?”

Y/N leaned against the wooden bannister. “It depends on…”

“On?”

“What kind of movie effect do you want: ‘Princess walking down the stairs - the Princess effect’ or ‘I shall come for you, my darling to admire you in secret’.” She said the other one dramatically. “So, what do you want?” And then she made the Scales with her hands.

She could see the wheels spinning inside Logan’s head. He thought about what he wanted to happen. And then she heard a faint “fuck” coming out of his lips.

“Both of them sound good, huh?” she smiled brightly, showing him her white teeth. “If you don’t come by 6:30 pm, I’ll know you want the ‘Princess effect’.” And she was gone.

That woman is a fucking tease, he thought. She did things to him and he was hard, painfully hard. Gritting his teeth, he left the hallway and went to the kitchen to fetch himself something to drink.

When he didn’t come by 6:30, Y/N knew he decided on the ‘Princess effect’. She checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before she left her room. The prom would start at 7 pm and the teachers had to gather a bit earlier.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She was curious to see Logan’s reaction. Hell, she still couldn’t believe he asked her to this prom. Y/N had to laugh at it. But it was thrilling. There were butterflies inside her stomach, tickling her - or was it her vagina?

As predicted, Logan, Hank and Bobby were chatting at the stairs, all dressed in fancy suits. And from what she could see, Logan chose an all-black suit. Fuck, she thought.

Bobby was the first one who saw her. “Wow,” he said when his eyes landed on her. “You look good, Y/N.”

And then Logan turned and his eyes widened, observing Y/N in her long red dress. She looked gorgeous, like a princess. Fucking princess effect.

There was a slit up her right leg to her thigh that showed up when she walked. Her breasts were screaming at him, as they were pressed against the dress and popping out. The way her hair was loose on her shoulders and her make-up and… he was fucked. Her scent surrounded his being, influencing his every sense.

“Gentlemen,” she greeted them with a soft smile.

“Dressed to kill?” Bobby commented.

“Something like that,” she winked at him. “After all, this is my first prom ever.”

Logan’s eyes still lingered on her face, occasionally drifting to her breasts and then up her neck to her lips and eyes again. He still didn’t say a word to her. Maybe he forgot to talk? Fuck, he forgot to breathe and exist.

“First prom?” Hank was surprised. “If that’s the case,” he looked at Logan and chuckled, “you are doing a splendid job.” He patted Bobby on his shoulder as a sign to leave Logan and Y/N alone.

She made a face and looked at Logan. “Did the ‘Princess effect’ work?”

He released a breath that he was holding. “You look hideous.”

Y/N laughed out loud. She wasn’t offended, because she knew he didn’t mean it at all. “Uh-huh, sure, if you say so.” She reached her hand to his face and helped him close his mouth. “You are drooling.”

“The fuck I am,” he rolled his eyes. Like a gentleman, he gave her his arm to grab. When she did, they walked outside.

They looked like a deadly couple. When they arrived at the outdoor prom, everyone who was present turned their attention to them. Logan, dressed in black, which was shocking as it was, and Y/N in a sexy red dress, was a deadly combo.

Some of the students, who were already there, stared at the couple, whispering about them. Logan could hear their whispers. Enhanced hearing was a blessing and a curse. They couldn’t believe that those two were attending together.

Is Mr. Howlett dating Miss Y/L/N?

How could she say yes to him?

How the hell did that happen?

More students came and the prom could finally start. The music was loud, drinks and finger food were served and the students had a great time. The teachers stood together at a drinks table, talking. Compliments were flying around. The women even admired how Logan looked in his suit, but he would grumble something under his nose. He was getting grumpier by the second. He desperately needed alcohol or anything else that would help him survive the night.

“Shit,” Y/N gasped when her eyes found Johny zapping other girls with his electric ability. “I’ll be right back.”

Logan was the first one to watch her leave, eyes travelling up and down her body. “Fuck me,” he cursed.

“We are not blind, Logan,” Charles wheeled to his side, his eyes were in the crowd, watching as Y/N talked to the young student. “And, excuse me, but your thoughts are screaming some things that I wish I didn’t have to hear.”

“So don’t be a creep and listen.”

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should make a move, Logan.”

“We are colleagues,” he said.

“Whatever you say. But we see the chemistry between you two. Plus, you make a good team during missions.”

Annoyed, he turned to Charles to talk back, but the man was already talking to Kitty. Logan shook his head in disbelief. He hated to admit that what Y/N meant to him was something he wished he didn’t want to experience again - out of fear of losing that person, again. She was the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to drink.

Some teenage boys approached Y/N on the dance floor once she was done with Johny. Logan frowned, not liking how close they were to her. Horny teenagers.

“You look real’ nice teach,” said one of them.

“Wanna dance?”

“No, first with me. I do enjoy your classes the most.”

What a fucking liar, Logan thought. None of the boys were interested in her classes or teaching or her knowledge.

Logan clenched his fists tightly. The more he listened to how those boys talked to her; how their eyes travelled her body, looking where only he should be the one looking, the more he wanted to scare the shit out of them. And when she took a step back, his legs moved forward, determined to step in and shoo them away.

“Is there a problem?” his voice got darker, more intimidating.

The boys feared the great Wolverine and so they quickly stepped back. “We were just…”

“I believe there are other girls more suitable for you,” he hugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go bother them.”

With a snap of fingers, they were gone. They wouldn’t dare to talk back to the Wolverine. And, they feared he would make their lives miserable during history lessons.

“Charming,” Y/N commented, chuckling.

“You should have seen how they were looking at you,” he glared at her. “As if you were their prey.”

“Good thing you came to rescue little ol’ me.”

He rubbed his face with a hand, sighing. “I need a drink. To hell with this no alcohol policy.”

“Already so grumpy? And the prom barely started,” she gently stroked his arm, feeling the muscles under his suit.

“Well, it sucks.”

She took a step closer to him, tilting her head up to watch his face. “You know, this dress has secret pockets and I might have something inside of them that is forbidden this evening.” She gleamed with innocence.

Logan inhaled her sweet scent again. He saw that teasing smile, could feel her body heat and he could breathe her in until the end of his time. “Are you suggesting that there’s some forbidden substance on you right now?”

Her lips crooked into a wicked smile. “Come with me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He walked by her side, farther away from the students and the whole prom, heading to the pond. The estate was vast. It was a perfect place to sneak around at night.

“For a teacher, you know how to break the rules,” he commented.

“Rules are meant to be broken, or am I wrong?”

They stopped by the pond, next to one of the big thick trees standing there proudly. It was a perfect spot to be hidden but also see if any of the students were sneaking away from the party.

They were surrounded by darkness. Only the moon gave them enough light to see each other’s faces.

Y/N reached into one of the pockets and took out a black flask. She waved it in front of his eyes. “You are the best, princess,” he said. He was quick enough to take it out of her hand, open it and take a sniff. “Whisky?” he was surprised.

“Please, repeat that I am the best, go on,” she goaded him.

“You are the fucking best, princess,” he said and took a sip of the liquid. “Damn.”

He handed her the flask and it was her turn to drink. “We are the two most irresponsible teachers. How can Charles trust us with the kids?” She put the flask to her lips and drank the liquid. It burned her throat and she turned up her nose. “It’s been a while since I had whisky.”

“Why drink if you don’t like it?”

“Who says I don’t like it?”

“Your face,” he grabbed the flask from her again.

“Rude, you know that?” she made an offended face.

“Shut up,” he laughed at her and drank once more. “You’re a bad influence, you know that, eh?

She raised a brow. “Are you complaining? I can take the flask and leave you here while I enjoy the drinking alone.” Y/N reached for the flask but he grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Don’t you dare, princess,” he huffed. “You’d let old man suffer like this?”

She scoffed. “What a fucking liar.”

“I’m over 150 years old,” he states, his hand not leaving her wrist. “So, yeah, I’m old.”

“Uh-huh, ancient even,” she put a mocking smile on her face. “ The Smithsonian called, they want their fossil back.”

“Very funny.”

Her eyes drifted to his hand wrapped over her wrist. “You know, I don’t mind that you are holding me, but I want to drink.”

Logan clears his throat and lets go of her. “Sorry,” he apologizes.

Y/N drank the whisky. “So Canadian,” she commented, making a fake French accent. “Always apologising.”

“Are we on this again?” Y/N loved to tease him about this. The Canadian jokes were funny. Then again, he would tease her for her European heritage.

“Oui, oui ma chérie,” she replied in the best French she could muster.

“Fuck you with those Canadian jokes.”

“Ha, you wish.”

Logan took the flask out of her hand to drink again. Y/N was quick enough to take it before he could put it to his lips. A new sound escaped Logan’s throat as he pressed himself closer to her to reach for the flask again. He was successful. Y/N wanted to steal it again but Logan put it up in the air, mocking her to take it from there.

The annoyance on her face was evident and he laughed. “Come and get it, princess.”

Y/N tried. To get it, she took a step closer to him and stretched her arms up as much as her body let her. The front of her body pressed against his hard, muscular chest. Logan could feel the shape of her perfect breasts.

His eyes found her. That’s when he realised how close her face was to his. All he needed to do was to lean closer and he would be able to get to her lips - taste them for the first time. Once her breath hit his face, he went for it.

Logan closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against her in their first soft kiss. He tested the waters, just to find out if she wanted this or not. When the kiss deepened, he let the flask drop to the grass and his arms wrapped tightly around her body. Their lips moved, exploring each other lips and mouths. He found a moment where she would grant him access and he pressed his tongue inside her mouth to explore it a bit further.

Y/N’s arms were around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as possible. “Logan,” she moaned his name when his lips moved to her chin and then to her neck. He found a sensitive spot that got her weak in the knees and another moan got out of her throat.

Logan stopped the kissing to look into her face. “Fuck, princess, I dreamt about this for some time now.”

“So why are you stopping now?” she whispered.

“I don’t think I will be able to stop,” he admitted, brushing her lower lip with his thumb.

Y/N took it between her lips and sucked on it. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she said after she let it out with a pop.

His lips were back on her in a messier kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, biting and pulling. Her hands stroked his chest over the fancy clothes he wore, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. Logan’s hands gripped her ass tightly, enjoying how it felt on his big palms. “I want you, baby girl.”

“I want you too, Logan,” she moaned into his mouth.

He pressed her harshly against the nearest tree they stood by, pushing his body to her. He was painfully hard and there was no way he’d be able to stop now. So when her hand found his bulge, he was a goner.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

His hand found her exposed thigh and it travelled up until he made her wrap the leg around his waist. Then he pressed the bulge against her clothed pussy. And that was rewarded by another sweet moan.

All of a sudden, he stopped and looked into her face. She was breathing heavily, a hint of confusion evident on her face. Her eyes asked why he stopped. Her hands grabbed tightly onto his jacket. “Not here,” Logan said after he caught his breath. He wanted to slap himself for saying that.

“Why not?” she sighed, impatient.

“‘Cuz a princess like you should be treated like one,” he explained. “Plus, tonight you look like a fucking princess.” He wanted the best for her. “And maybe in time, I’d fuck the soul out of you somewhere in the woods.”

A slow smile pulled on her lips. “Ah, so you think about this not being a one-time thing?”

He carefully let her exposed leg go. He then put a finger under her chin. “Fuck, no. You can’t deny there’s somethin’ between us.”

Y/N’s arms were back around his neck, breathing in his scent. He still hadn’t smoked those cigars because there was no trace of the smell on him. Her fingers scrapped his nape and it made him roll his eyes in pleasure. “The teasing, the banter, how we make fun of each other… yeah, there definitely is.”

He hummed. “Plus, everyone can see it, as they kept reminding me the last few days.”

That made her laugh. “Yeah, I had my talk with Ororo.”

Y/N pushed her back from the three and she yelped in pain. Some of the wood scratched her back. “Fuck,” she cursed.

“And that is another reason why we should take this somewhere else,” he said as his hand brushed her hair off the back and swiped off some of the bits of wood and dirt. He could smell a bit of blood.

Before they headed back to the dance, Logan picked the flask from the ground. There was some alcohol left. He handed it to her and she took a sip. Afterwards, he drank the rest of it. They walked side by side, his big hand brushing against her smaller one. Here and there, they would give one another fleeting stares.

“I’m gonna take you for a ride tomorrow,” he said out of nowhere and that got her attention. “What do you say?”

“Oh, like a date?” she nudged his shoulder. “I didn’t know you do that. I always thought that you were above these things. You know, toxic masculinity and shit.”

“Now you hurt my feelings, princess.”

“I’m just messing with you, Lo’. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not surprised. I really didn’t picture you as the one who would ask a girl on a date. It’s nice.”

“So, is that a yes?”

Quickly, she got on her tiptoes, pulled on his hand to lean a bit to her and she kissed him on the bearded cheek. “Yes.”

When they came back to the prom, they kept some of the distance between them. Kitty was the first to approach them. “Hey, I think the Professor said no alcohol,” she pointed at the flask that Y/N was holding in her left hand.

“Cough syrup,” she said innocently.

Logan had to hold back his laugh. Kitty, on the other hand, shook her head in disapproval. She watched as her friend put the flask into a pocket of her dress. “Sneaky.”

“I told her she’s a bad influence,” Logan commented. That earned him a slap on the shoulder.

Someone’s gentle fingers brushed against her back. “What happened to you?” Ororo’s voice came from behind her. She found the tiny scratches on her back. When she moved her hair to the side, there were more of them.

“Oh,” Y/N waved a hand. “Just slippery grass and I bumped into a tree.”

Kitty made a face and Ororo glared at her too, knowing she was lying to them. Then their eyes were on Logan. “She’s fucking clumsy.”

“Right,” Ororo commented.

“If you’ll excuse me, I am going to the bathroom,” she said. Nothing better came to her mind to get away from that situation. And with her head high, she left her friends and Logan standing there.

Y/N ended up in one of the closest bathrooms where she tried to take a peek at her back, to see how bad it was. She was able to see some scratches on the left side of her shoulder, but it was not that bad. Yes, there were scratches and some blood, but nothing horrible. All she needed was to clean it off with a wet cloth.

Her sigh reverberated through the room. It all kept coming back to her - the way his lips felt, how he kissed her and touched her. How he pressed her against the tree, ready to have his way with her. Fuck, he was packing. She thought they would fuck there, right against the tree, but he didn’t want to. And it all brought a smile to her face.

Y/N had been pining for him for some time now. In her eyes, Logan was the exact opposite of a man that she would date in the past. He was the epitome of a man. She couldn’t count how many times her panties dropped when she talked to him, or when he did something. And those damn claws. Fuck!

After washing her hands, she left the bathroom and headed back to the prom. Maybe she could ask him to dance with her? Would he?

That didn’t happen because Logan was standing at the stairs, waiting.

“Why are you not outside?” she asked.

He reached a hand to her. She eyed him, curious why he did that, but gave him her hand. “Just come,” was all he said.

Logan took her upstairs, all the way back to her room. He was inside maybe twice, never paying her room any special attention until now.

She had a guitar by the table, a queen-sized bed with a night table and a lamp. Her walls were decorated with shelves and books. It was a cosy room, better than his. Y/N opened her mouth to question him. Logan made her sit on the bed. “You have a disinfection?”

She peaked at him through her dark lashes. “Bathroom.”

Logan went to the other door in the room where found a shower, toilet and a sink with cabinets and a mirror. He went to the cabinet under the sink where he found a box marked a first aid kit.

He sat behind her on the bed, brushing her hair away from her shoulders so he could have a peek at her exposed back. Without words, he cleaned the tiny scratches from the tree. “Shit, there’s some wood inside this one,” he cursed once he found one wound that needed more treatment.

He found tweezers that helped him get out the piece of wood. She didn’t even flinch. Once he was done, he put the first aid kit back in the bathroom.

Y/N stood up and waited for his return. “How will I repay you, my knight in shining armour?”

His actions spoke louder than words. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close to his body, his lips back on her as they were over half an hour ago. Her hands removed his black jacket and let it fall on the floor.

“You look so hot in a suit,” she mumbled between the kisses. “I could eat you up.”

He chuckled. “I think that is my line, princess. Now, tell me, how much do you like that dress?”

Y/N stopped everything she was doing and took a step back. “Oh no no, do not touch the dress with your claws. It was fucking expensive and I like it.”

That playful grin on his face would be her death. He sat down on her bed and took off the tie. “Take it off for me, now, or,” he looked down at his fist as his three adamantium claws came out of his skin. “Or there will be no dress left.”

Her fingers found the tiny zipper on her side. Y/N’s eyes never left his dark eyes, boring into them as she teasingly took off the dress as he commanded her. His claws were gone once he stood in front of him only in her red thong.

“Fuck, princess, look at you.” He ogled her from head to toe, his eyes lingering longer on her perky breasts. Her body had beautiful curves that he dreamt about for a long time.

Y/N was quick to get to him and sat on his lap, pressing her pussy against his hard bulge. Her hands grabbed the middle of his black button-up. He couldn’t let a sound out, she ripped the buttons, exposing his hard-toned chest.

“How is that fair?” he snarled.

“And how is it fair that I am almost naked here while you sit here, all comfy and clothed?” she cocked her eyebrow. She took the piece of clothing off him completely, admiring everything and anything on him - those toned arms and shoulders, that chest, and fuck, even though he was a hairy man, she was into it. Her fingers dug into his skin, leaving deep red marks on his chest.

His lips found her neck in delicate kisses that he pressed to her skin, trailing down to her collarbones until he found her chest and latched onto her nipples hungrily. “These tits were made for me.” He bit onto one, making her yelp.

Y/N’s hands went between their bodies, finding his belt and zipper, trying to get inside of them hurriedly. “Impatient?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She heard his dark chuckle that then turned into a moan once her hand got inside his trousers and grabbed his length. “Princess, don’t be a tease.”

With his help, the rest of his clothes were gone. Logan lay down on her bed, watching her crawl on top of him. Her breasts were right at his face. One piece of clothing was separating her sweet cunt and his cock and that was the damn thong. One of his claws got out of his hand and precisely tore the piece of fabric without hurting her. He took the damaged panties away and threw them on the ground.

“Now, are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna ride me with that sweet pussy of yours?” His hands then rested on her thighs, lazily travelling up to her sides and then to her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them. His fingers tweaked her hard nipples, making her moan for him.

“Come on, princess, be a good girl and ride me.”

Y/N grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance, carefully sinking onto it. Her mouth was agape as she kept her eyes locked onto his one. “Fuck, so thick.”

First, the pace was slow. She tried to get used to his girth. After a few thrusts, she sped up. Logan’s hands grabbed her and they entwined their fingers. “Shit, sweetheart, you squeeze me so well. Your pussy is amazing.”

“Logan,” she said his name hoarsely.

He quickly lost his patience and switched them. Y/N landed on her bed with a huff and he entered her before she realised what happened. The room filled with skin-on-skin slapping sounds. He fucked her rough and fast. Y/N’s nails dung into the skin on his back. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hurt him.

His left hand went between their bodies until he found her clit and toyed with it. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m s-so close. Fuck.”

“Come on, cum for me, princess. I wanna feel you.” He put her right leg over his shoulder and got deeper than before. “I can feel you’re close. Come on, cum for me.”

It took a few more thrusts and some strokes on her clit when she climaxed. The way her cunt squeezed his cock brought him to his peak fast and he spilled inside her, coating her walls white. “Ah!”

“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed as his thrusts got sloppier, slower. He stopped once her pussy stopped spasming and his release ended.

Their breaths were heavy. Her chest was heaving and it was a beautiful sight to watch her breasts move in front of his eyes. He latched onto one of the nipples, sucking on it. “Fucking beautiful.”

Then their lips connected in a heated kiss, tongues battling. She giggled when he looked back at her. “Damn,” she whispered. “That was hot. Maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Logan was curious. He rolled next to her side.

She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest, breathing in his scent. “How about,” she started slowly. “Tomorrow, after you take me for a ride on your bike, I ride you on your bike?”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You will be the death of me, princess.”

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: In The Eye Of The Storm

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bobby, Rogue, Pyro, Ororo, Jean, Kurt, Mystique, and Magneto

WC: 2,184

Warnings: Missiles, X-Men canon fighting, slow burn, slight angst, cursing, and fluff

The X-Jet flew through the sky, Ororo and Jean were at the controls. The other kids in the back, not saying a word. The one one talking was you, you were hitting it off great with Kurt; seeing that he was kind and had teleportation powers like you. Bobby scowled at Pyro, who was flicking his lighter on and off… Thinking, deep in thought.

Pyro glanced up and smiled at Bobby. “You think it’s funny? Let’s go set fire to your house next time.” Bobby said bitterly.

“Too late.” Pyro said, as if nothing disturbed him.

“You almost killed the cops, John.” Bobby said, getting remarkably annoyed that Pyro didn’t even seem to care.

“So? Logan would have… If he hadn’t gotten shot in the head.” Pyro said, annoyed as well, looking over to Logan for a split moment.

You turned around in your seat, staring down at Pyro. “I know… Let’s play a pleasant game of shut up.” You said, anger flaring off of you. The jet was eerily quiet as you continued, “Now, I know you’ve had a rough life John but that doesn’t mean you can hash it out on the police, no matter how terrible they may be. So, sit and be quiet. Capish?” You said, giving a sickly sweet grin. Pyro rolled his eyes and agreed. “Good.” You finished, before turning back to Kurt and continuing your discussion.

Logan watched the cockpit before Jean turned around and looked at Logan, tilting her head to the side slightly. Getting up from out of his set, he wandered over to her.

“How far are we?” Logan asked, leaning against the back of Ororo’s chair.

“We're coming up to the mansion now.” Jean answered.

Suddenly, on the screen, two red blinking lights were revealed, moving real fast towards the jet. “We’ve got two signals, coming in fast.” Ororo said urgently, loudly as two F 16 Fighters flew through the shadows and clouds, coming up behind the X-Jet. They each fired a projectile, aiming at the jet of Mutants. The kid’s eyes grew and they became frightened.

“Who are these guys?” Bobby asked worriedly, holding tightly onto Rogue.

“Everybody hang on!” Ororo shouted as she turned the jet’s steering.

The X-Jet banks hard and barrel turns, just barely avoiding the exploding missiles. The fighter jets were still hot on their tail. The kids attempted not to panic. Nightcrawler climbed into a tight space behind his chair and made the ‘sign of the cross’. Pyro then began to sweat hard as you buckled in your seat. Closing your eyes, you placed your hands on your lap, trying to calm yourself.

“Don’t we have any weapons in this heap?” Logan asked urgently as Jean glimpsed over to Ororo.

Ororo nodded before her eyes then went white. Dark clouds settled in front of the X-Jet. Lightning flashed. They headed right into the eye of the storm, the fighters right behind. They darted and weaved, trying to avoid the Ororo. One of the bolts of lightning from Ororo’s storm slammed into one of the fighter jets, causing it to drop out of the sky like a toy. The last fighter jet skillfully maneuvered around the storm clouds, still in pursuit. Jean and Logan looked at the beeping detector screen, then nervously to Ororo.

The surviving fighter jet banked and rolled. Avoiding part of the storm, but it quickly got hit by a lightning bolt and was sent rolling and tumbling through the sky. It succeeded in shooting out two missiles, just before falling to the ground. Jean watched the radar screen, two red blips hurried towards them.

“Y/N, can you teleport them away?” Ororo asked pressingly, trying to fly the jet away from the following missiles.

“I can try, but I can’t teleport two objects at once.” You spoke up, unbuckling and getting up and to the front, holding onto the back of Ororo’s seat.

You began to focus, closing your eyes as the jet waved and tilted in the sky. Ororo yanked the steering stick back, both missiles went towards the jet, but suddenly one missile disappeared in a bright yellow light. The last missile was still heading towards them though as your eyes scrunched up tight.

You let out a shaky breath before your eyes opened, eyes wide, frightened. “Crap.” You muttered quietly.

The missile exploded onto the jet, making it disappear in clouds of smoke and fire. A large hole was blown in the roof of the jet, the wind blew out at a startling speed. Everyone’s screams were swamped by the shrieking air. Before anyone knew it, Rouge was being pulled skyward towards the hole, her gloved hand slowly slipped out of Bobby’s, and she flew out. She fell, screaming, the jet raced away high above her. Kurt suddenly appeared in a purpley-blue smoke, grabbing her. He then teleported back into the jet, Rogue and Kurt reappeared in a haze of smoke. The kids stared at them in awe as Rogue made her way back to Bobby.

Ororo and Jean worked on the controls, while you tried to concentrate on seeing if you could teleport you all out safely. Through the shield, Earth raised at dizzying speed. Ororo strained, trying to pull out of the nosedive. The altimeter showed their descent, going down by the thousands. Your hand reached over and grabbed Logan’s suddenly causing Logan to turn to you, in surprise. Your hand gripped his tightly as Logan noticed your eyes were closed in full concentration. You tried your hardest to try and help, but it was hard to concentrate when you were anxious, your mind filled with the impending doom of death. The plane got lower and lower and Ororo shut her eyes.

“Uh, Miss Storm?” Ororo turned, Kurt pointed at the hole in the roof, which bent and twisted, slowly, it began to repair itself.

The screaming winds died down to a whistle, as the hole closed entirely. The falling Jet began to slow down. Their speed then dropped, Jean stared at the controls, shaking her head. At a slight jolt, the jet stopped. The mutants all stared at each other, dumbfounded and shocked. They looked out the windshield below them, a peaceful road. A black vehicle was left nearby. The X-Jet floated in the air, nose down, only a few feet off the ground. Magneto stood in front of the jet, keeping it in place with an outstretched palm, Mystique standing right next to him.

“Ah, it’s the X-Men. Right on time.” Magneto spoke, slowly landing the jet, and lowering his hand.

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The X-Jet sat in a clearing bordered on a high stone cliff. Below it, the small territory was scattered with dwelling supplies, each tent and sleeping bag marked with the familiar X. Above them deep, dense fog developed as a cover, hiding any vision of their projects. Ororo worked on the jet’s underbelly, Jean stepped down the ramp, seeing Logan. He saw her, noticing that she seemed noticeably agitated.

“How bad is it?” Logan asked, as Jean let out a tired sigh.

“We’re running fluid through the hydraulics.” Jean said tiredly, her hands on her hips. “If the test passes, it’ll take four or five hours to get off the ground.” She proceeded.

“That’s not exactly what I meant.” Logan said, a small frown on his face as Jean ran a hand through her hair.

“I’m sorry, Logan. I’m just a little worried about Scott.” She spoke and Logan pursed his lips.

There was a long pause.

“I know.” Logan said, as Jean then turned and walked away, not looking back.

Logan watched her leave. Behind him, you walked down the ramp, your footsteps on the metal of the jet’s ramp gaining his attention as he turned to meet your gaze. You got changed into your X-Men suit, ready for anything coming your way. You walked over to Logan, seeing Jean as she walk off.

“You okay?” You asked, startling Logan a bit. She was wearing her X-Men suit. It was black and yellow, like the others, only that the coolest thing was the leather jacket, detailed with many patches from bands and shows. He gave you a questioning look. “I got this when I joined them, a couple years ago.” You mentioned, tugging at the cuff of your jacket sleeve, somehow answering Logan’s question. “But, back to the main thing. Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as you stared up at him.

“I’m fine.” He spoke almost defensively as you frowned slightly, not really believing him.

“So, what do you do?” You asked, clasping your hands behind you as you rocked on the balls of your feet, looking up at Logan expectantly as Logan just raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” He verbalized a little annoyance as you gave him a smile.

“I mean your superpowers, silly,” You explained, teasingly as Logan stared down at you for a moment.

“Why do you call them superpowers?” He asked, and you shrugged a shoulder.

You glanced around the forest clearing before looking back into Logan’s dark eyes, “I like the sound of it better than 'mutation'.”

There was a period of silence as Logan just observed you curiously. You began to shrink into yourself, becoming anxious and nervous from his gaze, which Logan quickly noticed. Before you could even apologize, Logan spoke up, “I have claws and I can regenerate my health.” He spoke softly as your eyes widened slightly.

“So you are essentially immortal?” You asked, curiosity clear in your voice.

Logan nodded slightly, “Basically.” There was another small period of silence, as you bit your lip, “What about you?” Logan continued, as you glanced up at him, before looking at the grassy ground.

“Well, I have teleportation powers, obviously.” You spoke with an awkward small laugh.

There was another moment of silence, which gave Logan time to study your face. You continued to bite your lip, the front of your teeth nibbling on the skin of your bottom lip, as your eyes that were not covered by your eye patch looked around worriedly.

“Uh, so, how do you know Charles?” Logan asked rigidly, feeling anxious himself as you let out a small sigh.

“It’s a long story.” You said, cutting the dialogue short hastily.

“Is there a short version?” Logan asked slowly, actually wanting to know more about you. Ever since you popped into the kitchen mere hours ago, Logan had been wondering about you. Surprisingly, he thought more about you than he did Jean. That realization was slowly tearing him up inside. He didn’t know what to do about that at all.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, looking up to him, confused, raising your eyebrow, staring at Logan skeptically.

“I’m actually curious.” Logan said, and by the tone of his voice, you believed him. You never really told anyone except Ororo about your past, but you trusted Logan enough to at least give him the short and very vague version of your life.

“Fine, short version. I had terrible parents, horrible few years of my life, met Charles, learned to harness my powers at the mansion, became a teacher, moved to Alaska, and here I am.” You said all in one breath, raising your hands in the air briefly before dropping them to your side.

“You met Charles as a kid?” Logan asked, interested in you story as you nodded.

“Yep, and once I went with him, life got better.” It was silent once again.

Until Logan asked her a question that had been rattling around in his mind since he met you. "Why do you have an eyepatch?"

You looked up to him with an emotionless appearance.

Logan’s eyes widened slightly before he began to scramble, “Uh, I’m sorry, that was a bit-”

“No,” You cut him off, “It’s fine. Uh, let's just say, the people who took me as a kid were terrible people." You spoke softly before wandering off.

~~~

Mystique sat by the campfire, Kurt hunched nearby, eyeing her curiously. She sensed him but paid no consideration to him. “They say you can imitate anybody? Even their voice?” Kurt asked in his German accent.

Mystique turned her head and spoke his voice. “Even their voice.”

Kurt couldn’t help but smile. “So why not stay disguised all the time? You know, look like everybody else.” Kurt asked, as Mystique tilted her head slightly.

“Because we shouldn’t have to.” She spoke simply, making Kurt’s grin widen. He liked her answer.

Rouge, Bobby, and Pyro sat around a bundle of twigs. Using Pyro’s lighter, Bobby tried to start a fire, but he couldn’t seem to get it to light.

Rogue looked over at Pyro and gave him a hard glare, “You could help, you know?”

Pyro sat in the corner, his face turned down and cold. Bobby leaned closer to the pile of sticks and blew, trying to aid the burning flames. Abruptly, the flames shot up and Bobby dived back. He shot a frown over at Pyro but the young teen just grinned back.

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THE PAINKILLER

Avengers! Titanium Arm! Bucky x Daughter of Wolverine! Long lost wife! Reader

This is on my wattpad, if you want to read it on that, then the book is called The Painkiller.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR; spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

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Y/N Howlett "The Painkiller"

Age; 100

Sex; Female

Husband; James Buchanan Barnes, "Winter Soldier."

Trigger Words;

Смерть Возвращение домойПризрак СынПуля Одинсвист Семь РжавчинаЩит Девять Свадь баКарта Один

Death, Homecoming, Ghost, Son, Bullet, One, whistling Seven, Rust, Shield, Nine, Wedding, Map, One

Children; Weapon X-33.

Kill count; unknown

each chapter will have a song the correlates, the sound matches, with it.

there is mature content. not sexual, but mostly gore and such. there will be very descriptive scenes of torture, and such.

take care of yourself please.

and the link is- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3egyiHxgH24ulg6sVla5cS?si=5bd7f972037b4059

#bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #x men comics #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #buck #bucky banres #bucky #wolverine #daughter #wife #fanfic

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smut bimbo!reader and Logan Howlett . he would be so mean

You're so right Anon, he'd be so mean in the best way possible.

Pairing: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dumbification, rough sex, growling, dirty talk, cockdrunk!Reader

A/N: I don't know who's gonna be the next Wolverine but they better deliver on the feral, cocky energy.

He would be teasing you so much, thumbing at your pretty clit while his cum spills from your cunt

"Fucked so much and ya need more. I want to say I'm surprised but I'd be lyin' to ya sweetheart." Logan smirked down at you, his recovery period nearly nonexistent when you're behaving like such a bimbo

You lean forward and grab his cock, rubbing the cum over the swollen, red tip, the empty sensation between your legs driving you crazy

When you can't take it anymore you angle the tip to your entrance, Logan doesn't do anything, just watches on in amusement as you push down, taking his cock until its all the way in

"Good job darlin'." He presses your clit as his hips surge forward, his heavy balls slapping against you, "Now its my turn. Gotta make my bitch happy, lest she go to someone else."

He was just saying that, you knew he didn't really think you'd go to someone else, not with the way he fucks you

Still you couldn't help but tighten your walls around him, "'M not goin' anywhere when you're like this. I'll fuck ya into next week, just say the words. Prove that your brain still works."

Rushed pleas fall from your mouth one after another, your legs twitching as they try to wrap around Logan's hips only to fall open again when he thrusts his cock back in

"That's my good bitch." Satisfied with your babbling he leans down to your breasts and starts to kiss and bite as the softness there, his teeth marks leaving an imprint on your skin

"Mine." Logan growled as you wrapped your arms around his head, holding him close as he emptied his seed into you again, marking you as his good bitch as he put it

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Sunshine and Flowers

Logan Howlett x plus size reader

Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

Warnings: grumpy and sunshine, jealousy, Logan is a dick but we been knew, reader is kind of oblivious and touch starved, age-gap (reader is mid 20s and Logan is old as shit), Logan POV, bit of a slow burn, reader and Logan are Keely and Roy coded

WC: 3.8k

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Yo Logan!” The seemingly ever present pounding in the older mutant’s temples suddenly got worse, the band around his forehead tightening as the young woman cheerfully skipped up to him without a care in the world. Her arm looped through his own, tucking herself into his side, like she always did.

“What d’ya want?” He grumbled. It was easier to just ask her outright than stay silent and her chatter away at him for an hour before she finally got to her point. Y/N beamed up at him, her e/c eyes sparkling. “Wellllll… I was wondering if you wanted to come with me on a little field trip with the kids! I was thinking of bringing them to the MET, you know because art.” She waved her right hand around as if to emphasise her point.

“No.” Logan said firmly.

“Aw please! Please Logan! Please! Please! Please!” He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Y/N pleaded with him, pulling on his arm, acting like a complete child. Dear god, what had he done to deserve this?

With the huge throngs of students constantly being enrolled in the school, Charles had come up with the bright idea to introduce an art program to the children as a way of “expressing their creativity”. But what that actually meant was hiring a new teacher specifically for this class since no adult in the school had even an ounce of artistic talent.

And so six months ago, Y/N Y/L/N, a recent college graduate, strolled into the mansion and never left. Her gift to generate small stars gave her the remarkable ability to light her classroom in any way she wished, allowing her students the perfect lighting to create absolute masterpieces. And like her gift, she herself was a big ball of endless energy that constantly bounced around, latching onto whoever she came across, and more often than not, that person was Logan.

For some inexplicable reason, she gravitated to him, always seeking his approval, trying to get him to engage in activities with their students, among many many other things that made the older man truly resent when the final bell of the school day rang and she would float into his classroom, ranting about something or another. The only way he could get her to stop was by distracting her, usually by shoving her in the general direction of her best friend, Alex Summers.

But Havok was on a road trip with Sean and Peter for the next month, so he had been abandoned. Logan sighed as her grating voice made his sensitive ears ring, and the overpowering smell of her flowery perfume was a downright assault on his senses. “Logan, come on! It’ll be soooooo much fun! I’ll even buy you lunch after!”

While the temptation of free food was great, Logan knew it wouldn’t be worth spending the entire day with Y/N glued to his side, forcing him to do whatever she wanted. Taking a deep breath, prepared to let her down as gently as he could, given that his patience was hanging on by a thread, he would probably be more rude than he wanted to be, when he paused, really taking in the young woman.

“Is that my shirt?” He drawled, his dark eyes flicking over her plump body. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, white converse splashed with paint, shorts that very well could be called Daisy dukes, they were that short, with little flowers embroidered on them. Her chubby thighs almost entirely on view with one of his favourite red plaids on top of a black tank top instead of her usual blouse, making her sizeable cleavage pop. Y/N looked away bashfully.

“Yeah, I um found it in the movie room and it looked so warm so I took it and it’s super comfy like seriously how do you get your shirts so soft it’s really weird but they always smell like cigars so I guess that’s the downside. That’s not to say you smell bad! I’m just saying that it’s like your trademark-“

There she went again. “It’s fine kid, just wash it before you give it back.”

“What about the MET!” She called after him.

“Maybe.” He grumbled and with that he walked away, be-lining for the kitchen where he stashed his Vodka, losing her in the sea of students just getting out of class.

“Now, for today’s class, we’re going to go over some art history!” A collective groan resonated through the room but Y/N’s bright smile never faltered, it actually got bigger as she looked over her small group of students sitting around the art-filled room. “I know, I know but this stuff is important! Art plays such a big role in human evolution. Actually, the argument can be made that our ability to create art is what truly sets us apart from other animal species-“

There was no denying that Miss Y/L/N’s class was a favourite among the young mutants. Her rants not only served to brighten up their day but they also prevented her from giving out any actual work. It especially helped when most of them came from Logan’s class the period before. He was quite well known to be, well there’s no delicate way to put this, a hard ass.

So when, during this spring afternoon, with just a month left before summer break, Logan strode into the art class, his heavy boots thundering loudly against the hardwood floors, everyone was shocked. Y/N was pacing the room now, well and truly absorbed in her own thoughts, which became an impassioned speech as soon as the words formed in her mind. Logan cleared his throat as he leaned against the door jam, his jaw cleaned tightly when she didn’t answer or look at him.

The collection of children were now starting to get nervous as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s eyes getting steadily darker with anger, the muscle in his lower jaw working over under his mutton chops. They could all see his famous tempter growing and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end. “Um Miss?” A young girl spoke up, trying to break her train of thought. But nope, that couldn’t stop her.

Logan was getting fed up now. How in the hell did these kids even learn anything with the way she was carrying on? “Kid.” He growled, immediately making the entire class freeze, including the young teacher.

“Oh Logan! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She laughed nervously, pulling on the edge of her sheer pink sleeve. He noted she was wearing a dress today, it was frilly and absolutely drowning in flower print, with translucent sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists.

“Right, Wheels needs us in his office. Now.” He pressed as she opened her mouth to point out she was in the middle of a lecture. Y/N nodded then addressed the class. “All right, students. I guess you’re getting out early today. No homework!” She was quick to jog out of the room before the kids were able to leave their seats, effectively avoiding the clambering mass of them trying to practically sprint out.

Her smaller hand easily slipped into Logan’s bigger one, intertwining their fingers as her left hand came up to rest on his exposed forearm. He felt the cool of her metal rings against his skin. Unconsciously, he noted that he had never seen her wear any kind of jewellery before. “Did Charles say what he wanted?” Her eyes caught his brown ones, falling into step with the older mutant through the quiet halls. Logan just shrugged, fishing a half used cigar from his breast pocket and sticking the thoroughly chewed end in his mouth, a sharp canine slicing into it.

“Hmm.” She hummed, her gaze shifting down to her feet, trusting Logan to guide them to the headmaster’s office. “Do you think it’s a mission?”

“He doesn’t send you on missions.” Logan said firmly.

“Yeah I know but it could be! Stranger things have happened.”

“Like what?” He humoured her.

“How about Peter actually scoring a date~” She teased, making the Wolverine’s lip turn up briefly in a smile then dropped again into a frown before she could see.

“You do have a point.” He conceded. They rounded the last corner and came to a stop outside the solid door of Charles’ office. Logan went to knock, a muffled ‘please come in’ sounded before his permanently bruised knuckles could meet the stained wood.

Charles sat behind his grand desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked over a mountain of paperwork that gave Y/N a headache just from looking at it. She pulled her hand from Logan’s and bounced over to one of the two chairs in front of the headmaster, immediately making herself comfortable.

Clasping her hands on her lap with her back up straight, Y/N focused on the older mutant as he took off his reading glasses and laid them on what looked to be his grade book. Logan himself leaned against the doorjamb, much like he did in the young woman’s classroom, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Charles sighed deeply as he looked at his teachers. “There really is no way to say this delicately so I suppose I’ll just say it: Erik’s come home.” Logan’s entire body seized with an emotion akin to fear.

“Fuck.” He snarled. But Y/N had an entirely different reaction. Her face visibly lit up but not with excitement but instead with the joy of someone who didn’t have to lie anymore. Charles raised an eyebrow at the young woman, prompting her to explain herself.

“He slept in my room last night, there was no other free space.” She said casually as if she hadn’t just dropped the bomb that she spent the night with a dangerous mutant who hadn’t hesitated to kill before. “Don’t worry! I was being safe. He slept on my couch.”

“Like that makes this whole thing any better.” Logan muttered under his breath but only Charles heard him. The telepath gave him a strange but knowing look before turning back to the young art teacher.

Her smile wavered only for a moment before returning with full force. “He was super nice to me! He even picked out my jewellery today.” She flashed her hands towards the headmaster, showing off the various silver rings that adorned her fingers. Logan huffed at her naivety but Charles had an entirely different reaction. He took her hands into his own, delicately tracing the metal with a soft touch.

“Erik did a good job, they look wonderful. But Y/N, I still want you to be wary. Erik can be very volatile and unpredictable and his abilities far outmatch your own. Just be careful.” She gave a firm nod. “Although, I believe you could do him some kind of good to be around someone who finds him tolerable.” Charles gave a not so subtle glance toward the Wolverine who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the trio. Y/N cleared her throat, tugging on the hem of her dress which lay only an inch above her knees. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

“Well, I do need to speak to you about this art trip you have planned. Logan, you’re welcome to stay, you might find this information useful.”

“Fuck no, I have better things to do with my time.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. She visibly flinched at his words and her smile became so fake it made him ache. Charles’s own expression fell as he sat back in his high-back chair.

“Then if you’ll please excuse us, we have some things to discuss.” He said sternly, quite obviously not pleased with Logan’s rudeness. “Close the door on your way out.”

As the door swung shut behind him, Logan caught the smallest whimper escaping her lips and the muffled words of his old friend consoling her.

The manor was almost dead silent as Logan emerged from the cave that was his room. There were no sounds of footsteps (save for his own), or screaming or chatter, there wasn’t even the ever present clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Curiously, he wandered through the empty halls, occasionally glancing into the empty rooms he passed. Just as his dark brows began to furrow with concern, Ororo turned the corner, nose buried in a book. “Hey Storm.” Her dark eyes met his own.

“Logan?” She replied with a curious head tilt before returning to her book. Logan huffed through his nose.

“Where is everyone?” She gave him a strange look and glanced over her shoulder as if the answer to his question was just behind her. The young mutant snapped her book shut.

“At the MET? You know the big field trip that Y/N organised. I thought you were going with them. She has been talking about it for weeks.” Logan’s frown deepened. That was today? Storm seemed to pause as she took in his stormy expression. “Oh, I guess you forgot. No wonder she was so upset when they left. I guess it’s a good thing Erik went with her then.”

Just then, noise exploded through the halls once more as dozens of feet stomped on the expensive hardwood. Ororo sighed heavily through her nose, upset at not being able to have a little more quiet to finish off her chapter. But Logan remained frozen in place, his veins filled with icy terror. “Repeat that last part?”

She glanced at him with a devastating side eye. “Evidently, Erik saw how upset she was this morning when you didn’t get on the bus so he decided to go with her to take care of the kids.” She shrugged and tucked the leather-bound volume under her arm. “She looked like she was going to cry before he stepped up.”

Poison curled in his gut but he quickly stamped it down. Just then, kids and teens stampeded around the corner, hyped up on what Logan guessed to be sugar and excitement. And right smack dab in the middle was Magneto, his head thrown back in laughter, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders rippling with the movement. His right arm was bent allowing for the soft hand of the younger woman to rest on his forearm. Y/N was smiling shyly at him, not used to the undivided attention he was giving her.

As they passed him, Logan caught her eye. She barely even gave him a glance but he saw the sadness deep within those e/cs and he knew it was because of him. She quickly looked away, drawing her gaze back to the dangerous mutant who was speaking once more, his laughter fading. But Logan couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roaring in his ears.

He watched them until they disappeared into one of the many living rooms of the manor. “At least he got her smiling again.” He barely registered Ororo’s words before she too left him.

This went on for weeks. It seemed that everywhere he turned, Logan would see the unlikely pair together. Whether that be baking in the middle of the night, reading quietly in the library, working on lesson plans, he even saw them training together!

He watched them from afar as they grew closer and her pull away from himself until one day he was walking out of his classroom after a long day. “Wait up!” Unconsciously, Logan slowed his pace , a smile crawling upon his face. He expected the familiar weight of her touch against his arm, the smell of her floral perfume and the bright sound of her laughter but when a blur raced by him, his heart dropped.

Y/N flung herself at Erik who was just a few paces in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug too tight to be just friendly. He caught her easily, his arms winding around her thick waist and tugged her closer.

Logan forced himself to turn away, missing the sad look she cast him, heartbreak clear in her eyes.

The end-of-school party was alive with laughter and music. Lights floated over the small dance floor that had been assembled in the gardens. Professors mingled on the wooden stage, swaying to the smooth acoustic guitar Kurt was strumming. But Logan’s attention was trapped on the centre of the crowd where a small circle of space had been formed and trying as hard as he might, he couldn’t look away.

Y/N twirled in time with the music, her eyes shut as she let it wash over her. Her skin glowed in the golden sunset, the sweat along her brow sparkled like glitter as she moved. Pale green tulle embroidered with dozens of sunflowers floated around her, her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She was absolutely breath-taking. No weight rested on her shoulders nor anxiety in her face. She was serene, she was like a goddess in human form, dancing and delighting with mere mortals.

How badly he wanted to stride across the gardens and take her into his arms, to feel her curves beneath his palms as they moved together. Logan shook himself from those thoughts and took another sip of whiskey. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat but that was nothing compared to the burning rage in his stomach as another man approached her.

Erik, dressed in a matching dark green suit, caught her mid-twirl, his left hand holding her hips in place as he captured her left hand in his right. She fell easily into step with him, her once fluid movements becoming a slow waltz.

Logan was so consumed in his anger that he hadn’t noticed another person walking to his side until they were right next to him.

“Why are you so worked up about this? You’ve made it very clear that you can barely even tolerate her.” Logan’s scowl deepened, his eyes growing even darker with rage as Hank spoke to him. “I mean even I’ve heard about the things you’ve said to her and I barely leave the lab.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Beast.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he was glaring at the pair. Almost as if in slow motion, Erik pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a whisper so quiet, even Logan’s powerful hearing couldn’t pick it up. She pulled away from him for just a moment and hope bloomed in his chest. But it quickly died as she nodded in response.

Erik took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he led her away. Logan slammed his now empty glass down on the temporary bar behind him and stormed off towards the couple. The music faded away as he ran.

Her laugh carried on the breeze, the skirt of her dress fluttering behind her. Logan ran faster, now regretting the tight suit pants and button-up he donned for the evening as they got steadily further and further away.

Without thinking, he made a sharp left, launching himself over the perfectly pruned flower beds Charles loved so much and tore through the gardens. Then suddenly, she was within sight. One heeled foot was over the threshold but he still had a chance.

With a final burst of speed he grabbed Y/N’s wrist before she could enter the manor, forcing her to let go of the other man. “Don’t go with him. Please.”

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go with him. Y/N, I-“ He swallowed harshly, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. Y/N looked over her shoulder to the other mutant only to find him gone. “Fuck why can’t I just say it.”

Her body was fully turned to him now. “Say what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.” The slap came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from his lungs. Y/N’s jaw was dropped in shock as if she didn’t see it coming either even though it was her hand that now burned with the sting of meeting his unshaven cheek.

“Let me go, who-who put you up to this?” She attempted to pull away from his hold but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Y/N-“ He started but was quickly interrupted when she spoke again, tears spilling down her full cheeks and voice wavering.

“No. You can’t feel that towards me, you barely even like me. You’ve made that very clear over the past couple weeks, no the past year! You brush me off! You make me feel like an idiot! You ignored my blatantly obvious feelings for months and now you say something?!”

“You feel the same?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do! That’s why I asked you to go to the MET with me. I was gonna bring you to the American wing where all the native art was because I know you love it so much and then I was going to tell you. But then you were just so awful to me when Erik got here and you forgot about the trip!” Once again, she tried to break his grip but Logan instead tugged her back and right into his broad chest.

With a massive paw, he cupped her soft jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Can you just let me explain?” Her bottom lip popped out in a pout but she didn’t object. “I have lost so much, too much. Every woman I have ever loved has died because I loved them. And you, you are so young and so beautiful and way too kind for your own good. I love you more than anyone else and I guess that scared me. I pushed you away. But I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch you fall for someone else.”

“Goddamnit.” She growled before her arms shot out and wrapped around the back of his neck so she could yank his face down to her level, and then she kissed him.

Stars burst around them like little fireworks as he pulled her closer by the small of her back. Her hands travelled from his neck downwards so her fingers could curl into his shirt like she was terrified that this was all just some dream.

“You do anything even remotely close to that whole fiasco again and I will let Erik do whatever he wants to you.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just kiss me again, sunshine.” And she did.

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layla4567 · 11 months

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You know what I mean

quicksilver x reader

Summary: Y/n throws a hint at Peter that he doesn't know how to catch

Warnings: Fluff and Peter being a naive and silly child

It was a very cold winter day at school, you hated winter and weather like that. Everyone in the classroom was studying history class and they looked quite warm. You were wearing a beige hand-knit sweater with brown horizontal stripes, navy blue leggings and black fingerless gloves, yet your feet felt numb and you kept moving your legs rubbing against each other to try to get warm. Peter sitting next to you was wearing a brown jacket with a furry collar, black jeans and his typical glasses on his head. He was writing something on a notepad, you don't know what it was because you was concentrating on your own notes. Suddenly he rips the yellow paper from the pad and makes a small bun, the silver-haired boy looks up and looks around, especially in front as if he wanted to make sure no one found out. Without warning you feel that something soft hits your head, something fell to the floor. It was the paper that Peter had thrown at you. When you look up at him he looks at you with a toothless smile, trying to appear angelic. You raised the crumpled paper roll annoyed and sighing, when you opened it you could see that it was a poorly drawn drawing of the two of you (they almost looked like stick figures), Peter was holding your hand and for some reason your head was bigger than normal. Asshole. Above the drawing you could read the following words: Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you.

When you finished reading the note you rolled your eyes and looked at him like an elephant looks at an ant, he smiled even more and made a heart with both hands. Although you thought the note was a bit stupid, you felt sorry to throw it away so you put it in your pencil case. Trying to suppress a smile at the thought of that funny drawing, you confronted Peter trying to sound tough.

"Are you kidding me?? Wasn't it easier to hand me the note? You're literally 30 centimeters away "- you spoke quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear

Quicksilver leaned closer in his seat to get closer to you and whispered with a smirk

"I like to make you angry"

He was trying to drive you crazy, you knew it and you knew you couldn't fall for his game but this boy made you desperate sometimes

"Oh yeah? And do you know what an angry person can do, Peter Maximoff?"

Your tone of voice rose a little more but still a whisper. Anyway Professor Howlett heard us and told them to shut up. You both turned to face uncomfortably, Logan could be a hard guy to deal with. But you wanted to return the trick to Peter so you made a drawing on a piece of paper that you tore from your notebook and in the same way that Peter did, you threw it at his head but this time with more force, so much so that the sprinter threw a groan of pain. Logan turned around annoyed looking at you two but especially at Maximoff. Peter blushed and tried to hide the paper that you had thrown at him and that now lay on the ground, stepping on it with his shoes.

"Fine, the next person who makes a noise I will send him to detention and what Charles does with you is no longer my business"- Logan growled angrily before turning around and continuing to write on the board.

Peter dragged his foot to lift the paper while rubbing his head, opening it he saw that it contained a drawing of a hand showing the middle finger and the phrase "Fuck you" on the side. Peter looked at you and you smilingly blew him a flying kiss.

The class continued more or less the same, that is, without any other setback. When it was recess time you went to return some study books to the library. There you found Alex doing the same.

" 'Sup y/n, I see you almost got in trouble "

Alex Summers wore a gray jacket with a hood, a white shirt of which only the collar was visible and a vest on top of military green, at the bottom he wore jeans and brown boots. When he spoke to you, he did it with his usual seductive smile as he leaned back on the shelves supporting one arm.

"That's right, you said it: almost. But it was not like that. It was all the fault of that goofy Maximoff anyway"

Alex chuckled.

"You can't blame him, that's just him. We all get used to it and accept it as it is"

"But do you know what he wrote me in that note?" He denied with his head

"'Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you'. What the hell man.."

You imitated Maximoff's voice trying to use your deep voice and making faces.

The blond boy laughed out loud, bending his trunk and clapping his hands happily.

"It's not funny" - You became serious but your angry face was adorable

Alex wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"Oh come on you gotta admit it's so bad it's good"

Okay, tease if you want. I'm going to the yard. Do you want to come?

Alex appreciated your offer but said he was going to be busy studying for the exam he failed. Before going to the yard you went into your room to pick up a fleece jacket, you knew that as soon as you set foot on the front steps you were going to freeze. You patted the pockets of the jacket, inside there was a hair band from days ago, you had lost it and now you were happy to have found it. In the other pocket you kept a lip balm just in case, it was horrible to have chapped lips. You jogged toward the yard gate to warm up with your gloved hands in your pockets. You hopped down the stairs like children and on the last step you sat with your knees touching your chest and your arms resting on them. You looked at the sky tilting your head, there were not so many clouds but there was enough wind. Suddenly you felt a breeze very close to you, at first you thought it was the wind but when a boy in a beige jacket sat next to you on the stairs you turned your head surprised to look at him.

"You know you don't have to put "Fuck you" when you draw a hand showing the middle finger, right? That's redundant"

That was his kind and brilliant greeting

"I don't care"- you stuck out your tongue childishly

And that was your magnificent answer

You suddenly felt quite cold. You put your hands in your pockets and remembered your lip balm. You took it out of your jacket, uncovered it and put it on your lips. It was cherry flavored. Peter was looking at you out of the corner of his eye wondering what you were doing. While you spread the shiny balm on your lips, you already felt more hydrated. You covered the balm and were about to put it back in your pocket when you noticed Peter's penetrating gaze, he was looking at what you were holding in your hands as if trying to decipher some riddle.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Nevermind"

But Peter was so verbose that he couldn't shut up for a minute.

"Well yeah, I was wondering what the hell was that"- He said pointing to the bottle that you still had in your hand

"This? It's a lip balm. Have you ever seen one? What planet do you live on?"- you laughed

"I don't know, I don't use girly things"

Peter made a noise with his lips as if he wanted to spit something out, a kind of "Pfft" that ended in a giggle.

You were about to put the balm away again when Peter asked again

"And that thing... balsam or whatever. Does it taste like anything?"

In order not to be interested in "girly things" he asked a lot of questions.

"Why do you ask, do you want to buy one?" - you teased him

"Whaaat? Of course not. It's just curiosity"

You uncovered the balsam and showed it to him, it was fiery red.

"It's cherry flavor. Do you wanna try it?"

You used to not be this flirtatious with Peter but when you were around him his cheeky vibe rubbed off on you and you started acting more confident.

"Try it? Let's see"

Maximoff grabbed the balsam with a puzzled expression. He smelled it first, and a sweet aroma tickled his nose. Without thinking twice, he licked the shiny red surface, then made a disgusted notch, spit on the ground, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"This tastes like ass, eww"

You couldn't believe it, you thought Peter would take your hint but he didn't because he's clearly a boy and they never know how to take hints. You wondered if it was normal for him to be so clumsy

"Peter! You weren't supposed to lick it!!"

"But then what did you expect me to do?"-He shrugged

You let out an incredulous laugh as you stood up rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Ugh nevermind, dork"

You went up the steps two by two and entered the mansion with a quick step, while Peter looked confused as you left while still sitting on the stairs. Then he looked towards the horizon reflecting what made you so angry

"I don't think I'll ever understand girls, why are they so complicated?"

He sighed

Scott saw Peter in the distance and approached him with a lopsided smile.

"Hey Pet! Can I sit?"

"Yeah, go ahead dude"- he said discouraged

"Why do you have that downcast face?"

"You won't believe what just happened to me man, y/n was putting something weird on her lips..-"

"A lip balm?"- Scott cut him off

"Yes exactly, do you know them? Whatever, that smelled like cherries but tasted horrible, I'm sure you're wondering why I know it tasted disgusting and it's because I had asked her if it has any flavor and she replied that it tasted like cherry and said hey do you want to try it? and I said ok let's see what's up but when I licked it off it was more bitter than shit and I ended up spitting it out on the floor, I know it's disgusting. Anyway, she ended up getting mad for no reason and she left me here alone."

Peter sometimes spoke at the speed of light so it was hard to follow the thread of the conversation, but everyone at school was used to it by now.

Scott sighed and put a hand to his face.

"Dude, you're an Idiot"

Peter gasped

Hey! You are supposed to cheer me up not make me feel worse, now why am I supposed to be an idiot??- he crossed his arms with a frown

"She wanted you to kiss her, not suck on her balm like a retard."

"Ohh..THAT makes sense"

Scott shook his head laughing.

"Did you really not understand what she meant?"

Peter Maximoff smirked as he made that "Pfft" with his mouth again.

"Of course I knew what she meant, I was just kidding"

The silver-haired boy laughed out loud to cover it up, but the truth is that he had no idea that this had been a hint.

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