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[thedenerts]

Pose

Logan howlett x fem reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: you decide to borrow Logan as a model for your clothing store

Small reminder: you have the same power as Logan but isn’t shown but is mentioned

Thanks to @thedenerts for the inspiration since they kept posting the 2014 photoshoot in the discord and I was like why not write something that Logan’s a model

After a couple of months of Logan proposing to you,you made the decision to take a break at the X-men mansion cause of Logan’s speech making you realize you do a lot for the X-men, which Logan supported you on that even though some of them tried to convince you to stay but you still visit the mansion at times cause you moved in Logan’s cabin.

2 years later

You had a random idea to make clothes and sell them online, which was very slow at first, but after a year you were able to buy a small store that you were able to afford, even though the store isn’t busy as you wish it be, but at least you’re getting customers.

You were due to take new photos of the clothes for your models, but most of them were busy with other companies, sick,or on vacation so you decided to grab Logan as your model, which took a lot of convincing to do this since he had to wake up early and just pose in front of the camera he would rather teach his history class during his day off.

You unlocked your store with the key and gets in Logan takes a look around while you greeted the employees Logan stopped at a section of clothes. “So this is where the flannels are?” Logan questions and looks at small picture display that someone was posing with the flannel, you walk towards him and he’s wearing his famous red and brown strip flannel shirt with jeans. “Yes it is you, know you could get some other color besides that one you love to wear.” You informed Logan he nods his head no. “I like this one, bub.” said Logan.

You and Logan headed to the break room, which is big. You and some of the employees helped cleared the area so no chairs or tables were in sight for the photoshoot and there’s was camera on a stand,some studio lighting, and a blank grey canvas backdrop that you set up last night,you set your bag down for clothes Logan’s gonna wear and gel for his hair even though his hair already looks perfect and you set your bag down. “So where’s your model I would figure they would be here.” Logan gruffly said. “They’re either working for someone,sick,or on vacation maybe on a yacht.” You told him then threw a black shirt and black blazer at him.

He buttons off the flannel leaving him in his white undershirt and puts on the shirt and the blazer and you open the cap of the gel, put some of it on your hand and rub it together. “Even though I love your cat hair, we need to spike it a bit and push it back a little.” You said and just before you touch his hair he leans back and grunts. “I told you the millionth of time to not call part of my hair cat hair.” Logan said. “Well what would you call them then?” You questioned Logan. “It’s call a cow lick since they’re always like that I can’t control it, bub.” Logan says as he defends himself.

As you fix his hair you chuckled. “Whatever you say.” Cause you’ll still refer his hair as cat hair after a couple of minutes later, you finished with his hair and adjusted his watch on his wrist. “Ok step on the x I marked in the middle of the room.” Which he did no problem so you go to your camera, turn it on and start taking pics.he glances at the camera with no expression and his hands on his side.

CLICK

The second pose he looks to his right again no expression and looking a bit awkward.

CLICK

The third is the same but he’s looking at the ground.

CLICK

You looked at the pictures and sighed at the result…This might be harder then you thought since you’re used to your models doing whatever poses without you prompting them, and Logan sees how he’s looking at the camera. “Sweetheart, you know I’m no model I kick ass for living.” Logan said and you were silent thinking of way to for him to be creative. “Plus you seen these baby in action they usually have blood on them by the end of the ass kicking.” Logan said and unsheathes his claws.

You look at the claws. “Remind me for Christmas shoot that you should be in it so I can put a bow on them.” You said and giggle at the image you put in your head. “Of course you want to accessories what would consider these a weapon.” Logan said and smirk and retracts his claws.

Suddenly an idea popped in your head. “Remember that whiskey Scott brought at the mansion and you loved it?” you said and Logan remembers the whiskey and could even the taste the feeling of it by just talking about it. “A man never forgets something like that, but why you ask?” Logan questioned. “How about this you do good in the photoshoot and I’ll buy that expensive whiskey.” You said as bribe him, Logan didn’t have to think if whiskey had to be involved. “You’re now speaking my language, bub.” Logan said he then pretends to fix his blazer and looks at the camera.

CLICK

You looked at the camera and was proud of the result. “Now that’s better.” you said and went towards the bag and threw at him a grey short sleeve that had 3 little buttons and pockets, while Logan changes into his shirt, taking off his white tank top, you went to the corner and pull out a small pull-up bar tower that you could easily wheel and put it behind Logan, and Logan raised his eyebrows questioning you of what’s going on.

You go towards Logan, unbutton 2 of the buttons, and made sure some of his chest hair is showing. “I need you to flex your muscles so it can attract more customers.” You said and stepped back towards your camera. “You’re really trying to make me look like a piece of meat?” Logan questioned you. “You’re getting shy now? When you tried on the crop top that I told you I was selling here, you didn’t seem so shy you even walked around the mansion in it.” You teased him.

You start to remember how he looked in that crop top, how his abs was visible, his v-line was showing, and my god his happy trail was in full view, you wanted to lick them, especially tracing the vein on his lower stomach in front of everyone, and Logan chuckles darkly knowing what you’re thinking. “How about I do this instead, sweetheart.” Logan huskily says and slowly walks towards you and you looked at him interested in what he had to say. “What if I take off my clothes and flex? that would get you loads of customers.” Logan grinned as he say that.

Your mouth drops open at his suggestion blush creeping on your cheek. “Logan!” You playfully push him on his chest and he laughs as he walks backwards. “Fine, I’ll just do this instead.” He grabs the bar with one hand and the other one rests by his side. “I do need someone to model for the poses of the guy boxer.” You suggested to Logan. “Deal I’ll do that instead.” He said then flexes his muscles.

CLICK

You look at the picture. “Hot.” You said, without you prompting him, he starts to pose again this time both hands on the bar flexing his muscles.

CLICK

Then he starts pulling up, his shirt going up revealing his thick stomach vein. “Alright now you’re showing off.” You said then bites your lip as you see his abs and vein this was something that always surprises you even though you had seen them a million of times.

CLICK

You look at the photos again. “Don’t worry, darling those last two pose was for you.” Logan said as he lets go of the pull-up bar, walks towards you, kisses you, and breaks the kiss. “I’m assuming there’s more?” Logan questioned you. “There is.” You said, going back to your bag, and threw at him a white shirt and a denim jacket to change into , while he changes you put away the pull-up machine bar.

He looks at you waiting for what pose he needs to do. “I think I’ll keep this one simple just look at the camera.” You said he nods and looks at the camera.

CLICK

You look at the photo. “Handsome.” You said as you smiled at the camera, then you went in your bag and threw at him a brown leather jacket similar to the one he owns he takes off the denim jacket and puts on the jacket. “Ok I think you’ll love this pose since you’re a natural at this.” You said. “What’s the pose?” Logan questioned you. “You just crouch down and give me your famous glare.” you informed him.

He immediately crouches. “Easy work.” He said and looks dead at the camera, one hand covering the other hand semi fiddling with his watch.

CLICK

You don’t even need to look at the photo cause you knew it was perfect but still decided to look through how many photos you got. Meanwhile, Logan thought you were messing with your setting still remains crouching down then you had an idea to have your playful revenge for making you blush since you saw your engagement ring shimmering from the lights “Looking through these photos, I can’t believe you’ll be my husband, I’m just imagining our wedding photos in Hawaii like we talked about, I know you’ll look handsome in your suit while looking at my white poofy dress, officially being yours with the kiss making us husband and wife and I can’t wait for us to be sillies with our future children.” You said you see him smiling and looking away, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Baby, stop let’s focus.” Logan said while imagining the scenario too.

CLICK

Yes, it’s been 2 years since you guys have been engaged, even though you guys wished you were married already, but you know…The life of being a mutant is crazy since, aside from you taking a break from the mansion and starting the business, there have been crazy missions Logan has been going on, which sometimes he comes home late or doesn’t come back home after a couple of days,so you guys are waiting till everything seems to be calmed down… Well, a day where it’s not THAT crazy

He stands up. “You’re going to delete that, right?” Logan questioned you and you smirked, taking the camera to the other room where there’s a computer, and you connected a cable to the camera so the pictures can show up and sits down on the swivel chair. Logan puts his hands beside you, looking at the pictures. “I thought this model shit was hard but this is pretty easy.” Logan says while his eyes is glued on the screen.

You turn on the chair and smile at him, squeezing his cheek. “You’re cute, Wolvie.” Then let’s go and kiss his cheek. “Those are for the store here, we still need a lot of photos for online I was going to switch photos everyday.” You explained to Logan he looks at you, at the clothes, and then back at you. “Let’s get ‘er done, baby there’s a whiskey calling my name.” Logan said and kissed your head.

After several hours of random clothes changes and poses, you guys were finally done, and a couple of weeks later, the big photos of Logan that you’ll put around in the store arrived, you already had the small display of photos throughout the store, which you love looking at them at times when there are no customers.

When you knew Logan didn’t have a history class to teach, you decided to call him to come over once he arrived with his truck, you ran out to him and hug him. “No peeking Howlett.” You said as you walk him in front of the store. “I’m not.” He says then when you guys were at the front of the store, you let go of him. “Ok open them!” You say with excitement.

He opens them, and he sees the giant photo of him, it was the white knit sweater he put on after you made him blush he had a smile which you didn’t tell him to do. “Jesus.” He cringes and looks away. “Isn’t this too big? Too much?” Logan questioned as he still looks away. “Come on, it’s perfect!” You said as you force him to look at it. “Do my eyes deceive me but is logan actually smiling?” Storm said as she arrives, since you invited everyone from the mansion to come see the store.

He glances between you and Storm. “You better take this down.” He said pointing at the poster, you giggle. “Oh, I would argue with you but I have customers to attend to.” You said and went Inside Storm puts her hand on his shoulder. “Come on, Logan you look good.” Storm smiles softly and walks in the store which he goes in the store too.

He saw how you were talking to the customers while they paid for their stuff and saw how the back wall behind you is the picture of Logan flexing, which he saw some of the ladies staring at the huge picture, and he saw at the back of the store was the picture of him smiling and looking away, which oddly he liked that picture, but obviously would never admit it if you ask him.

As promised, after you were done with the store, you bought the expensive whiskey that Logan liked, he didn’t waste any time drinking it after it was brought home. “Cheers to my pictures.” He raises the shot glass, to which you join him and fill the shot glass with whiskey and raise it up. “Cheers.” You said then, both clinked the glass and tilt your head back as you downed the shot and felt the burning sensation from the whiskey.

Hopefully yall get the gist the poses he did was in collage and the rest I didn’t include you seem them in the 2014 shoot

Bonus pic cause all his 2014 photoshoot were good I had trouble deciding

[thedenerts]

rugby boyfriend | Logan Howlett

use your own imagination on which logan you wanted it to be

Note: Hi~ Donut here. This is a different kind of fic where earlier today I was scrolling down TikTok and came across a rugby match. Before the match starts, they were doing the Haka. So I thought to myself, Logan, a rugby boyfriend while doing the haka. I am being very mindful, but also letting my imagination run a little wild (and that’s the fun part of storytelling, aye?). I already know that Haka has deep cultural roots, display a tribe's pride, strength and unity. With that, I am approaching it with respect, and it is okay to weave it into fiction as long as it’s not mocking or misusing it.

Warning/tags: SMUT 18+, FEM!READER, unprotected piv, fingering, pet calling "doll / baby", mention of Haka

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Summary: Logan thought he was just joining a rugby match — big guys, big hits, no big deal. But the pre-game haka? All that chest thumping, thigh slapping, and tongue action? Let’s just say... the heat on the field wasn’t just from the sun, and Logan's definitely feeling some kind of way.

The Haka hit like thunder. You had seen it before-had watched Logan perform it countless times with that fierce, bone-deep pride…but tonight? Tonight, it felt different.

Logan stood at the front of the line, sweat already clinging to his skin, jersey taut over every hard line of his muscles. The fire in his eyes, the roar in his chest ; he didn’t just join the haka.

He became it.

His teammates stomped and shouted with him, a wall of war cries and energy. But Logan…boy, he moved like a man possessed, like a storm had crawled into his blood and begged for release. You felt your breath caught in your throat and heat pooling low in your belly as you watched him slap his chest, scream his defiance into the night sky and then -like instinct- look straight at you.

His eyes locked. Fire met fire. With just that, you knew, you were done for.

Logan wasn’t just fighting for the victory but he was fighting for you and you only.

The game started and it was violent, beautiful and gritty. Logan dominated-taking tackles like he didn’t fell any pain, moving like a beast through bodies and mud. Every time he ran, you saw the same look on his face as when he was inside you. Focused, wild and hungry and it made you ache.

By the time the game ended and Logan’s team won, you were already waiting for him near the side of the corridor. Just down the hall from the public restrooms. The area was dim, echoey and mostly empty looking. The kind of place Logan liked when he couldn’t wait ; when the need to overrode is everything else.

You then hear it, his footsteps before you saw him. Walking towards you heavy and fast as he locked eyes with you with fiery intents. He was there right infront of you now looking like he was just came back from war. Logan is still in jersey with grass stains on his knees and blood on his lips. He looks like hell.

He didn’t speak before he grabs you without any warning. One hand curled around your neck, pressing you gently but firmly against the cool wall. His other hand slipped under your shirt like he couldn’t bear another second without skin-to-skin contact. His mouth finds yours with hot, rough and needy passion. The kind of kiss that said I missed you, I need you, I’m going to fuck you right here and now.

“You watched me…” he growled, dragging his mouth down to your jaw, “standing there all soft and pretty while I tore myself open on the field.”

“I saw everything,” you whispered, eyes half-lidded. “I couldn’t breathe.”

“Good,” he muttered, dragging your pants down just enough for him to see. “Breathe through this.”

He didn’t wait.

He spun you around with one arm across your chest to hold you tight as he rutted against your ass, hips already grinding with barely restrained need. The hallway was too quiet, too exposed but neither of you cared. Logan dipped his hand between your thighs, fingers of his sliding into your wet heat and he groaned like it physically wrecked him to feel you like this.

“Fuck…you’re so soaked,” he growled. “You got like this just from watching me, didn’t you darlin’?”

You gasped while nodding as you were pressing back against his cock. “You don’t know what looked like out there…”

“Oh, I know,” he hissed, his hands down to shove his shorts down as he lines himself up. “And now I’m gonna remind you who that man belongs to.”

With a hard plunged into you, the stretch was deep and immediate as he sank into you. One hand fisting in your shirt while the other gripping your hip. He was deeply engulf with you, his grip was hard and tight as if he doesn’t want to break you if he didn’t hold back. But he didn’t, he slammed into you with full force, hips slapping skin and growling low

“Every scream, every fucking tackle…I had you in my head. Thought about bending you over right there on the damn field.”  he panted out rapidly.

“F-fuck, Lo..” you choked out, your fingernails digging into the wall, body rocky with every thrusts he is giving you.

“And now you’re taking it so good for me,” he muttered, kissing the back of your neck, almost tender as if it weren’t for how hard he was driving into you. “So fucking perfect.”

Not longer after that, you came hard, biting back a cry as Logan reached  around to rub you through it, whispering praise in a voice like gravel and thunder, He followed not long after, sinking his teeth gently into your shoulder as he groaned your name and came deeply inside of you, his hips finally stuttering to a stop.

Silence, broken only by you and Logan’s gasps. You stayed tangled together with Logan for a moment, before his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his breath hot against your neck. He doesn’t speak, just nuzzled closer to you, grounding you.

“You okay, doll?” he murmured eventually, lips brushing against your ear.

You turned in his arms, flushed and breathless but glowing. “Y-yeah…” you whispered. “But next time…maybe not next to the public toilets?”

Logan grinned, his cock spent and limp, “Couldn’t wait. You looked too damn good to ignore it, baby.”

“Let’s go home. We’ll relax, cuddle or bake my favourite cookie.” You said, hands caressing the side of his face, feeling the scars from the rugby field.

His kissed your forehead ; gentle “Yeah. But I’m not done with you yet.” And from the glint in his eyes, you knew exactly what he meant.

[thedenerts]

STICKERS .ᐟ

OLD MAN LOGAN X FEM!READER

Summary: your work got delayed and you have no one to come and pick you up so you called and ask logan if he could

Tags: Laura talking in Spanish, just pure moments of Logan, reader and Laura, lots of lots stickers planting

Word Count: 2.4k+

donut here! hello yes, hi, it has been awhile since i last post anything Logan x reader fic. i apologize for the extremely inactivity since my last fic of "The baby is coming!". after posting that i basically went off focusing on my life and such and gotten into a very bad situation in results of me admitted in the hospital haha...ANYWHOOOOO~ This is my third fan fic of Logan but old man Logan and is based on a twitter post i saw a month back. When i saw it, immediately gave me an idea to make this fic alive! Here is the link to the ORIGINAL twitter post https://x.com/ppoooooolvrmm/status/1898261412625240398

You stood in the dimly lit corridor of the office building, phone clutched tightly in you hand as you watch the clock on the wall ticked away at the very last few moments of the evening. You felt a twinge of annoyance. You had promised yourself that you’d leave work early tonight, but the pile of unfinished paper work had other ideas. You sighed then dialled in Logan’s number, your voice echoing softly in the empty space.

"Hey, Logan," you said, trying to keep the frustration out of  tone. "It's me. I know I'm supposed to be out by now, but work's running late. Can you come pick me up?"

On the other end of the line, you could hear the rustling of fabric and a faint murmur, probably from Charles. "Look, darlin', I'd love to, but I've got my hands full here with Laura and the Professor. Caliban's out scavengin' for supplies and I can't leave them alone."

Your heart sank slightly, you pouted out your bottom lips. "What about Laura? Can't she stay with Charles for a bit?"

Logan's voice grew gruffer, "I don't trust that girl alone with him. She's a handful, and the Professor isn't as sharp as he used to be."

"Please," You begged, with a hint of strained. "I really need you to come get me. You wouldn’t want me to be in danger do you?"

Logan sighed, the weight of his responsibilities evident in the silence that followed. "Alright, fine. But you owe me big time for this."

"Thank you, baby," You said, and you relief palpable. "I'll see you soon. Love you, Logan."

“Yeah…love you too, darlin’.” Logan grunted in response, ending the call. He looked over at Laura, who was sitting on the couch with Charles. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye, holding a fistful of stickers that you had brought home from the dollar store. They were supposed to be a surprise for Laura's upcoming birthday, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Come on, kid," Logan said, taking the stickers from Laura. "We've got to pick up your soon-to-be-mom. And you're going to leave these here."

"Por qué no?" (“Why not?”) Laura protested, sticking out her lower lip. Logan raised an eyebrow. "Because I said so," he replied firmly. "You can't go around sticking things on everything." Laura pouted but obeyed, tucking the stickers into her pocket. As they made their way to the car, she couldn't resist peeking at them, her thumb tracing the shapes of unicorns and rainbows. Once they were on the road, she brought them out again.

"Can I put these on the car, Logan?" Laura asked, her voice hopeful. Logan's eyes darted to the stickers in her hand. "What? No, Laura, those are for your birthday. Not for my car."

But Laura's enthusiasm was infectious. "Por favor, Logan. No me gusta lo oscuro y aburrido que es tu coche.," (“Please Logan? I don't like how dark and boring your car is,”) she pleaded, holding up the stickers.

Logan sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He knew that if he said no, Laura would just find some other way to use them, and it might end up worse than a few stickers on the dashboard. "Fine," he grumbled. "But only a few, and not on the windows. I need to see where we're going."

Laura's eyes lit up, and she immediately began peeling the stickers from the paper backing, placing them carefully around the car's interior. She stuck one on the steering wheel, another on the gear shift, and a couple on the dashboard. Logan's grumble grew louder with each sticker, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Laura's joy was a rare sight, and he didn't want to ruin it by being too strict.

As they drove through the night, the neon lights from passing billboards cast a colourful glow over the car, making the stickers pop even more. Laura chattered away in her broken English, pointing out landmarks and asking questions about the world outside the walls of their secluded hideout. Logan's answers were short and gruff, but he found himself enjoying the conversation more than he had in a long time.

Finally, they arrived at the office complex where you worked. Laura was practically bouncing in her seat, eager to show off their new 'sticker masterpiece'. Logan stepped out of the car, running a hand over his face, feeling the stickiness of the glue. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

As they waited for you to emerge, Laura grew more and more restless. She began fidgeting with the stickers again, sticking them to the car's windows, seats, on both of her arms and Logan’s favourite radio. Logan shot her a warning glance, but she just grinned back, her claws retracted.

"Logan…," Laura whispered, her voice filled with excitement. "Look what I can do."

With surprising speed, stepping out from the car and stuck a sticker on the inside of the windshield, right in the center of the hood. Logan's eyes went wide as he watched it peel off and stick again, leaving a smudge of glue on the glass.

"Laura, that's enough!" he barked, but she was already moving on to the next one. He stepped around the car, trying to catch her before she could do any more damage, but she was too fast. She stuck a sticker on the hood, another on the door handle, and even one on the tire. Logan couldn't help but chuckle, despite his frustration. Laura's spirit was something he hadn't encountered in a long time, not since... well, he didn't want to think about that right now. He opened the car door and gently pulled her back inside.

"Alright, that's enough," he said, trying to keep his voice firm but the hint of a smile giving him away. Laura's eyes sparkled with delight as she held up her stickers.

"But papito-," she protested, "I’m not done yet!"

Logan sighed, his eyes scanning the car's interior. It was already a disaster. He was growing tired and grumpy. He knew he should be mad and want to scold her to stop, but the sight of Laura having fun, even for a brief moment.

"Look," he said, taking the stickers from her. "We can't have these all over the car. It's not safe, and it's not right. You can't just go around sticking things willy-nilly."

Laura pouted, looking down at the stickers in her hand. "But it makes everything happier," she mumbled. She cuss at Logan in spanish which he doesn’t understand while looking at her with a stern expression.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What did you just say?"

Laura's eyes went wide, realizing her mistake. "N-nothing, papi," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing. She knew better than to use that language in front of him, but she couldn't help it. She was feeling rebellious and playful, something she hadn't felt in a long time.

Logan's expression softened, recognizing the innocence behind her outburst. He leaned in closer, his voice low and gentle. "You know better than to talk like that, Laura."

Her eyes met his, and she nodded, looking slightly ashamed. "Lo siento, Logan…" (“I’m sorry, Logan”) she murmured. Off Logan and Laura entering the car where the insides was filled with more stickers than ever. Laura had gone a bit overboard but she couldn't help herself, she was just too excited.

As they waited, Laura's eyes darted to the stickers in her hand. She glanced at Logan, who was staring ahead, and then back at the car's interior. An idea began to form in her mischievous mind. If she couldn't sticker the outside of the car, why not the inside?

Without a word, she leaned over and slapped a smiley face sticker right on Logan's stubbled cheek. He flinched in surprise, his eyes snapping to her in the rearview mirror. Laura giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Logan's scowl deepened, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes that she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Laura," he warned, his voice low and rumbling. "You little...!"

But she was already peeling off another sticker, this one in the shape of a cartoon sun. She leaned over the seat and stuck it on the top of his head. Logan's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. Laura was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure. He felt a pang of something warm and unfamiliar spread through him, something that had been buried deep beneath the layers of pain and regret for too long.

"You're gonna pay for this, kid," he said, his voice gruff but his eyes dancing with a hint of playfulness. Laura then planted a sticker onto his lips, silencing him temporarily. He reached back to grab her wrist, trying to avoid any more decorations on his face, but she was too quick.

"Gotcha," Laura giggled, dodging his hand and sticking a star-shaped sticker on the tip of his nose. The game was on, and Logan couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia, remembering the days when he would play with his own daughter. His heart swelled, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders.

"Alright, that's enough," Logan said, his voice laced with affectionate exasperation. Laura stuck her tongue out playfully, but she knew when to quit. She retreated into her seat, her eyes shining with excitement as she watched him through the rearview mirror. The silence between them grew comfortable, filled with the occasional giggle from Laura and the soft hum of the engine.

Just as Logan was about to scold Laura again for the sticker on his nose, your silhouette appeared in the distance, walking briskly towards the car. Laura's eyes lit up, and she whispered, "Here she comes."

As you open the car door, and your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the sticker-covered dashboard. "What the-" you exclaimed, half laughing. Laura's giggles grew louder, and Logan's grumpy facade crumbled entirely, a reluctant smile spreading across his face.

"Laura had a bit of fun while we waited," he said, plucking the sticker off his nose and tossing it into the backseat. You stepped closer, taking in the rainbow of stickers that now adorned the interior.

"Who did this to you and your beloved car?" you asked, trying to keep a straight face. Laura looked at you with a proud grin, holding up her sticker-covered hands.

"It was Laura," Logan said, his tone a mix of annoyance and affection. "Couldn't resist the urge to... 'decorate'."

You looked at Laura, who was now sitting cross-legged in the backseat, her face beaming. "You did this?" you asked with your voice filled with amusement. Laura nodded vigorously, holding up the stickers as evidence.

"Well," you said, trying not to laugh. "It certainly does make the car more... lively." As you leaned in and kissed Logan on the cheek, noticing the glittery unicorn sticker Laura had stuck there. "And it looks like you're enjoying it too."

Logan rolled his eyes, but his grin gave him away. Laura clapped her hands in excitement. "Yeah, Papi's happy!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Logan with stickers all over his face. You leaned in and peeled the unicorn sticker off his cheek, pressing it onto Laura's forehead. "There," she said, "now you match the car."

Logan's eyes narrowed playfully. "You're next," he murmured, reaching behind the seat to grab a sticker. Laura squealed with laughter as you leaned back, dodging his grasp.

"Not if I can help it," you said, swiping the sticker out of his hand and sticking it onto his forehead instead. Laura clapped, her giggles turning into full-blown laughter as she watched the two adults act like children.

"Okay, okay, you got me" Logan said, raising his hands in surrender. "I guess we can leave it like this for now. But we're gonna need to clean this up before we get home." He puts his hands back down onto the steering wheel. His other hand reaches over to your thigh and giving it a squeeze before keeping it there, absentmindedly rubbing it.

Your eyes twinkled with mirth. "It's fine, honey. It's just stickers. Besides, it adds a bit of... personality to the car." Reaching down giving his hand a squeeze back as you smile at him sweetly.

Logan huffed, but his heart was warming up to the idea. Pulling his hand back then turning the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. The car, once a symbol of their reality, now felt a little less dour. "Alright," he said, "but you're the one cleaning it up tomorrow."

You laughed and nodded. "Deal."

With that, Logan pulled out of the parking lot and onto the dark road. Laura's giggles had subsided into quiet contentment as she admired her handiwork, her eyes reflecting the colorful lights from the passing streetlights. Logan couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest. Despite the stickers, this was a moment of pure happiness, a moment that seemed so rare these days. Knowing that both you and Logan are going to be married very very soon, filled you with more love than ever. Happy even.

You reached back and placed a hand on Laura's leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. Laura looked up, her expression softening as she took in your understanding smile. In that moment, the three of you felt like a real family, something Logan hadn't felt in a long, long time.

And off Logan pressing the gas engine and drove off from the parking lot from your workplace. Laura giggling as she watched the sticker-covered car in the side mirror. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, you knew you had to capture this moment. So with that, you grabbed your phone and took a few snapshots of the interior, the stickers glinting under the streets, Logan’s face that are filled with stickers and lastly, Laura, smiling happily in the back seat.She grabbed her phone and took a few snapshots of the interior, the stickers glinting under the street lights, Logan's face that are filled with stickers and lastly Laura, smiling happily in the back seat.

The ride home was filled with more laughter and light-hearted banter. Laura would occasionally stick a sticker on you or Logan, and while Logan would feign annoyance, it was clear he was secretly enjoying the bonding moment.

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Cocoa Butter

bodyguard! logan howlett x boss’ daughter reader

summary: He’s the best there is at what he does but what he does isn’t always very nice.

content warning: mutual pining, scenting, scent kink, age gap, size difference smut, p in v, slight innocence kink towards the end??, violent behavior (logan beats a guy up for you and it kinda turns you on), MINORS DNI

a/n: This was definitely inspired by that one gif of him from DOFP

Logan swore he wouldn't fall to his knees for a pretty little young thing like you. With your big doe eyes, soft curves and that cute little ass o’ yours that you always had wrapped up in those tiny little short shorts. He couldn’t, you were the boss’ daughter after all, but when you swayed your hips and batted your lashes at him like that… god was it tempting. You were just so inviting and deliciously sweet.

Like heaven wrapped in gold foil and lip gloss. Your dad’s guys used to joke to him about you, that is until he beat the shit outta one of them.

Now most of them don’t even make eye contact with you.

Good, he preferred it that way anyways.

His heart beat rapidly in his chest, the possessive streak he felt for you flaring up as he watched you converse with the guy at the bar that had been buying you drinks all night. The guy no doubt had no idea who you were, or who he was for that matter.

Five drinks in and he was practically itching for a fight, hoping that the motherfucker you were laughing with like he was the funniest bastard in the world would slip up and do something so he could take him out back and show him what happens when you mess with what’s his.

His.

You weren’t anyone’s you liked to remind him.

He knew you could handle yourself, you were more than capable of holding your own and you’ve told him plenty of times that he hovers too much, so why was he getting all antsy over this guy?

Logan swore he wasn’t a jealous person, never had a reason to be, until he met you, but watching everyone watching you for the past few hours while you smiled and laughed and danced like you didn’t give a shit about anything, had him ready to kill the next guy who breathed at you wrong.

Maybe it was the few drinks he had but he could have sworn he saw you look over at him a couple of times too.

Like you were doing this on purpose.

What he didn’t know was that he was the reason you were so confident and carefree. His presence alone was your peace. He was your scary dog privilege. It was nice to know that someone had you.

One of your dad’s men annoying you? He’ll handle it.

Some guy at the bar can’t take the hint? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Logan’s got it.

He was your dad’s most trusted guy and he was the best there is at what he did and what he did? Well it wasn’t always very nice.

Ignoring the growing urge to go over there and drag you away, Logan throws back the rest of his drink, whiskey on the rocks, and flags the waitress in the black cocktail dress down for another.

Taking a drag from his cigar, the ones he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to have in the club but who the fuck was brave enough to tell him he couldn’t have it, he tears his eyes away from scanning the room when he hears you.

Your voice is soft as you politely reject the guy, so soft you almost couldn’t hear it over the shitty music and the buzz of people in the crowd around him, if it wasn’t for his mutation.

Apparently this greasy ass clown can’t take the hint as his hand clamps down harshly around your wrist pulling you closer to him as you try to pull away.

He’s on his feet before he can register what he’s doing.

He tries to tell himself you’re totally capable of holding your own, you can snatch your arm away and tell the guy off yourself but when he sees the shit stain lean in to kiss you and raise a hand as if to strike you when you turn away, Logan is seeing red.

In the blink of an eye he’s already across the room dragging the guy off his stool and out the back. His fist meets his mouth first, teeth cutting the skin of his knuckles but he doesn’t care. Bone crunches on bone as Logan continues to beat the guy into an unrecognizable barely conscious mess.

He doesn’t stop until he feels your delicate hand brush up against his back, and he turns to look at you.

You stand behind him as he turns until you’re damn near chest to chest, pupils blown wide as your eyes bore up into him from below his chin. Even in your highest heels you still don’t quite reach him. The guy groans in pain from the ground beneath your feet but neither of you care, far too wrapped up in each other to even notice he’s still there bleeding out.

"Can't make my job easy, can ya kid?" He smirks down at you wiping at his nose with a bloody hand.

He goes to say something else but it catches in his throat when he catches a whiff of something in the air.

God he could smell you.

“You doin ok darlin’?” He asks, voice sultry as he leaned closer to you inhaling.

This is dangerous territory, he knows it and so do you but neither of you can bring yourselves to care in the moment. It’s one you’ve both been skating around for months now.

“Y-yeah I just-“ you start biting your lip as you lose yourself in thought for a second.

“You ready to take me home big guy?” You ask, still biting that god damn lip between your teeth as you look up at him through your lashes like you always did when you wanted something from him.

“Always.”

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When you get to your apartment he’s already on you, not even giving you a chance to get through the door fully. His mouth carving a path from your neck to your mouth as he walks you backwards towards your room, pushing you down to the bed beneath you as he wraps himself around you.

He clings to you, hands grabbing your hips as he grinds himself into you, nuzzling his nose into your neck, taking in deep greedy draws of your scent. Shea and cocoa butter mixed with the tantalizing aroma of you. Always that goddamn cocoa butter. He could cover himself in your scent if he could and it still wouldn’t be enough for him.

You're a whiny squirming mess as he kisses up and down your neck, one of his hands squeezes at your tits. He’s barely touched you and could already smell how wet you were, just for him.

Pulling away Logan looks down at you, eyes half lidded as he strokes a calloused thumb over your soft swollen bottom lip.

You had dick sucking lips, one of the guys had told him his first week here. He shattered his bones with just his fists, now the guy walks with a limp.

He didn’t want the think about that now, not when your hands we’re tangling themselves in his shirt. With a latch he pulls his shirt over his head as he watches you fumble with his belt biting your lip. He leans down to take it in his mouth once more before he’s shedding himself of his pants and underwear pulling yours off with them.

He wraps a heavy arm around your back bringing you to his chest as he puts you on his lap, the hem of your pretty little dress hiked up over your ass, as he nestles his big cock deep inside you. He sinks his teeth into your neck and the flesh of the slopes of your chest as the straps slip further down your shoulder with every thrust of his hips.

“Logan...” Your voice came out as a whimper as he trails his hand down to grip your ass.

“You doing alright sweetheart?” Logan asks between thrusts. He knew it was too much for you, but it was what you asked for, and who was he to deny you anything you asked for.

Reaching behind you he unzips your dress before he’s yanking it over your head, your bra soon joining in the growing pile of both your clothes on the floor. Never missing a beat as he kept plunging into you.

He’s so fucking big, and he knows it too as smirks into your mouth. He’s moving like a younger man. Not that you really even wanted anyone your age. Guys your age didn’t know what to do with a gal like you.

“Easy princess, eyes on me.” He said as your eyes start to close as you lose focus, he knew you were close by the way your gimpy walls kept fluttering around him. Grabbing your face with one hand he forces you to look him dead in his hazel eyes as he keeps up his pace. He pulls you into a searing kiss as he releases your face with a dark chuckle before grabbing both your hands in one of his.

“Keep ‘em here for me.” He says placing your hands over his shoulders as he lays you back on the bed as he locks in, the bed’s frame creaking beneath you at the strength of his thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall behind you with equal force.

Your neighbors were definitely gonna have something to complain about in the morning.

A chill runs down your spine when you feel him exhale a strangled breath into your neck, as he reaches down to rub fierce circles into your clit. He was getting close too.

Glancing down, a smile settles on his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt gripping him in its tight wet hold before he pulls away and settles back in again. He could watch himself disappear in and out of you all night if he could. He teases you as he continues his assault, calling you all types of sweet nothings as he watches your face contorts in pleasure as you clumsily try to keep up with him.

Your moans become muffled as you press yourself against him. That tight coil in your stomach tightening ever so slightly threatening to explode. Goosebumps prickling your skin as you shook violently against him as you finally let go dragging him along with you with a harsh grunt, nails digging into him desperately, most likely drawing blood.

“I know, baby. I gotcha.” He coos rubbing at your sides as you cry out, eyes glazed over with fresh tears. He pauses his movements for a moment to give you a minute but literally only for a minute before he’s back on you kissing and sucking down your neck before he pulls away.

“Hey look at me, kid.” He huffs as he leans down to kiss you. “We’re not done yet.”

“B-but you already-!” You start but are cut off by a moan that’s bubbled up into your throat as you feel him, still hard, as he starts back up again.

“We’re done when I say we’re done.”

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Logan’s ripped from his sleep by the sound of your front door opening and closing. Before he even has a chance to attempt to get up, your bedroom door opens suddenly, hitting the wall behind it with a soft thud.

“What the fuck!” Said one of your dad’s men as he stared at the two of you in shock. Another one came flying into the room behind him, gun drawn, until he catches sight of you, he looks back and forth between the two of you before he casts his eyes to the ground, going to pull the other guy out of the room with a visible limp.

“You wanna keep your mouth shut?” Logan hisses voice still laced with sleep as he pulls the sheets further up to cover your back. Thank fuck you were a hard sleeper when you were really tired.

“I-I’m sorry man it just-“ the first man starts to stammer as he asks unceremoniously “Did you really have sex with her?!” Smacking a hand over his own mouth just as shocked, but definitely not as pissed as Logan, was that he had said that, he stumbled to follow his companion out the room.

It’s here at your little table in the middle of your kitchen, that Logan finds the two goons. They both jump to their feet at the sight of him, one albeit faster than the other.

“What the fuck are you two clowns even doing here?” Logan said gently, closing the door behind him. His pants resting haphazardly on his hips.

“She never checked in last night after leaving the club like she usually does,” the other guy says, turning away as Logan went to zip up his pants. Of course, how could he forget how much of a good girl you were. “Boss was worried, gave us a key and everything.”

“Yeah sorry man! If we woulda known-“ the other chimed in, his voice was starting to grate on his nerves.

“Did you really sleep with her, Logan?” The other guy cuts him off. He’s staring Logan dead in his eyes to answer him so he could run off and tell the boss, like he actually had anything on him. He was challenging him and he’d be damned if he let him get away with it.

“I did yeah, the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

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Just a blurb

Telling Logan Howlett "I love you" accidentally while he's fucking you. And he absolutely loses his mind and comes in you on the spot, and his mind is spinning and his heart is racing and, Goddamn, that's gotta be the best orgasm he's ever had. So now, when he fucks you, he'll beg you to say those three words to him right before he comes, spilling hot, thick ropes of his cum into your wet, pliant cunt. 🫶🏼

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The baby is coming!

X-ORIGINS LOGAN X FEM!READER

Summary: your water broke when logan was out with his lumberjacking work

Tags: reader is preggo 9 months, logan and reader are married, reader is 27 and logan is 33, newborn's a baby boy, childbirth, labor

Word Count: 2.8k+

Notes: Hello! Donut here! Here to give you my second fan fic on wolverine (again). I was not expecting the first one that i had made a smut on got that many attention. I've noticed that some of the readers there doesn't like the way i describe y/n on it and i deeply apologize for it. I simply didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings on that as i DID NOT KNOW that the word was a slur.

SMUT LOGAN FAN FIC HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/thedenerts/766686508900139008/love-isnt-red-its-blue?source=share

Extra notes: Trollers or the people that had a problem of me putting mdni on the first pic, i had my rights to put it as to not cause uncomfortable situations.

The early morning sunlight seeped through the wooden slats of the bedroom window, painting the room in soft, warm hues. Logan stirred beneath the thick quilt, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Stretching his arms out, his large hand brushing against the empty space beside him. He glanced over to find you lying on your side, your rounded belly rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. You swollen feet peeked out from beneath the blanket, a silent reminder of the life they had created together.

Leaning in, Logan gently kissed your forehead “Mornin’ darlin’,” he murmured, his voice thick with love. Your eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on your lips as you spoke. “Morning, Hun,” you whispered, your hand reaching out to rest on his cheek. The baby in your swollen belly kicked again and you winced slightly, “Seems like little man is eager to join us, huh?”

Logan chuckled, his hand sliding over the mound of your stomach. “Well, guess we know where he got that feisty attitude from. He’s got his father’s impatience, that’s for sure,” he teased, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection. Your smile grew wider as you watched your husband get out of bed, his muscular frame moving with the ease of a man accustomed to hard work. You then slowly sat up on your bed, your own body protesting with a gentle groan. The baby’s kicks had become more frequent and stronger over the past few days…*a sign that your little miracle was almost there*.

Both Logan and you got up from the bed to start their day, excited to know that the baby might come today. The two of you ate breakfast together before eventually Logan went off to work for the day. Another day another job as a father who is a strong, handsome and a protective, loving husband.

“Logan, maybe you should stay home today…” you suggested, your eyes filled with concern. “I just have this feeling…” Logan paused in the act of pulling on his boost, looking over his shoulder at you. “You’ll be fine, love. It’s not your first time.” He tried to keep his voice light, but the truth was; he was just as nervous. He had promised to be there when your son is about to be born and he didn’t want to let you down.

“I know.” you nodded with your hand resting on your stomach protectively “But something just feels different-“.

Logan stood, walking over to you with his axe slung over his shoulder and the keys jingling in his hand. He bent down and kissed you again, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “I’ll keep my phone close, I promise.” he said firmly. “Call me if anything happens alright?”

You nodded, trying to push your anxiety aside. “O-okay…” you managed, your voice quivering slightly. Logan squeezed your hand reassuringly before heading out the door, the sound of his boots echoing through the quiet house as he made his way to the garage. You watched Logan from the window in the house behind the curtain, before he could even enter the car, he gave you a flying kiss and nodded. Then entering back into the car and drove off to his workplace.

Alone in the house, you went about your morning chores with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The baby’s room was already prepared, the crib filled with plush toys and blankets, and how the nursery walls were painted a soothing shade of blue. Oh, you still remember that day when Logan founds out that you were pregnant to a baby boy. A baby boy! You chuckled to yourself as you move around the house. Your belly felt heavier with each step around the house. The occasional kick from within reminded you of the impending arrival, bringing smile to your face despite the fears.

The morning passed quickly filled with the mundane but yet comforting tasks of laundry and cooking. As noon approached, you decided to make lunch for both you and Logan; expecting him back shortly. You then reached into the fridge, the cool air providing a momentary relief from the heat outside when suddenly you felt a sharp pain and a powerful kick from the baby. Your hand flew to your stomach as your eyes widening in shock. This wasn’t just a kick; it was different…more *intense*.

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to stand up straight, your knees buckling slightly. Another wave of pain hits you and you gripped the counter for support then accidentally knocking over a glass of water. The shattering sound echoed through the house, the cool liquid pooling at your feet. Panic began to set in as you realized that water had broken. The baby was coming…the baby is coming! And Logan was still out at work.

With trembling hands, you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter. Your mind racing with thoughts of what you needed to do next. You quickly dialled Logan’s number, your heart pounding in your chest with each unanswered ring. “Pick up…pick up…” you whispered then squeezed your eyes in desperation.

“Hello?” Logan’s gruff voice finally came through the line, the sound of chainsaws and distant shouts of his co-workers in the background.

“Logan!” as your voice was strained with urgency. “My water broke! The baby’s coming!”

On the other end of the line, Logan’s heart skipped a beat. The cacophony of the lumberyard fading away as he processed your words. “Shit.” He breathed, his eyes wide with panic “I’m coming home. Now.” He hung up without waiting for a response, sprinting away towards his El Camino car that was parked at the edge of the worksite. Leaving behind his work duties, unlocking his car and enters inside and the car roared when he turns the engine on. Immediately step on the gas. He growled to himself wishing he could just be there in a split second.

Back home you leaned heavily on the counter, your free hand clutching your swollen belly. The pain was coming in waves now, more intense and closer together. Taking deep breaths as you were trying to calm yourself and your baby. Your eyes flickering towards the clock on the wall. With each minute felt was like an eternity as you waited for Logan to come home. The roar of the Chevrolet’s engine grew louder when it approached the house.

Logan’s boots thudded against the porch, and the door flew open. His eyes searched the room, finding you standing in the kitchen, a puddle of water around your feet. “Oh, God…darlin’…” he murmured, his own fear palpable. He rushed to you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, supporting your weight.

“We gotta go, now.” He said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. “Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying out as another contraction hit. Logan helped you to the car, his eyes never leaving yours as he opened the passenger door and gently helped you inside. He could see the pain etched on your face, the sweat beading on your forehead and it only served to fuel his urgency. Logan quickly runs to the driver seat not caring about locking the house door as he started the engine again. Pressed hard on the gas.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of speed limits broken and red lights ignored. Logan’s mind raced with thoughts of what could go wrong, his knuckled white on the steering wheel. Your hand was clutched tightly in his, your nails digging into his skin with each contraction but he didn’t flinch. He focused on the road ahead, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror every few seconds to ensure no one was following too closely.

“Hold on, darlin. Just breathe,” he murmured to you. His voice tight with anxiety “We’re almost there just hang on.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, teeth gritted against the pain. Each bump in the road sent a jolt through your body but you knew you had to be strong for the baby. You and Logan’s baby. “Okay,” you panted, the grip on Logan’s hand was like a vice.

Logan’s jaw was set, his eyes never leaving the road ahead as he drove with a speed that was both necessary and terrifying. He knew every inch of these backroads like the back of his hand, but this today, they seemed endless. The hospital was just outskirts of town, but the distance felt insurmountable.

“How are you holding up?” he asked you, his voice tight with concern. You look at Logan, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. “Not a perfect timing to ask if I’m ok or not, Hun!” you managed to say, though the pain was written all over your face.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. We are almost there,” his eyes never left the road ahead as he sped through the deserted streets, the engine of his 1965 Chevrolet El Camino roaring like a beast.

You nodded with your eyes clenched shut, breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as you tried to focus through the pain. Each contraction was more intense than the last, the pressure building like an unrelenting storm inside you. “I can do this.” You murmured to yourself, your knuckles white on the armrest.

Logan’s heart was racing but he kept his face calm, his eyes never leaving the road. “You’re so strong,” he said with his voice thick with emotion. “Our little boy is going to be so lucky to have you as his mama.”

You managed a small smile, your breath hitching as another wave of pain washed over you. “And he’ll have a pretty cool dad too,” you said, squeezing his hand. Logan could see the hospital just up ahead, he stepped on the gas making it go even faster as they approached the hospital to the emergency gate.

As you together arrived at the hospital with a screech of tires, Logan throwing the car into park and jumping out to rush around to your side. He opened the door and helped you out, his arm around your waist as you took tentative steps towards the emergency entrance. The sliding doors parted with a whoosh, revealing a flurry of activity inside.

“We need help! My wife! She’s in labor!” Logan shouted over the din, his voice echoing off the sterile walls. Nurses looked up and their faces were a mix of concern and urgency as they quickly approached the both of you.

You leaned heavily on Logan as they moved through the emergency room, the pain in your eyes stark. A nurse leads you both to a nearby gurney, instructing Logan to help you onto it. He lifted you gently, his movements a stark contrast to the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The cold metal, a reminder of the gravity of the situation, but you managed a grateful smile as you lay down, your hand gripping Logan’s.

The medical staffs swarmed around you both, a flurry of blue scrubs and concerned faces. A doctor then appeared, his eyes flicking between your medical file and the monitors now attached to you. “How far apart are your contractions? Mrs Howlett?” he asked calmly.

Your breathing was ragged. “They’re close…Too close,” you gasped out replying to the doctor.

The doctor nodded and his expression were calm but focused. “We’re going to get you prepped for delivery,” as he said, turning to give the orders to the nurses.

Logan’s heart felt like it was in his throat as he watched the medical team work around his wife. He felt useless, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He could feel his adamantium claws itching its way out. He wanted to do something, anything…to ease your pain.

“You can come with us,” one of the nurses said gently, noticing his distress. “But you need to stay calm for her alright?”

Logan nodded, swallowing hard. He followed them into the elevator, the doors closing with a metallic clang that seemed to echo in the quiet space. The ride to the delivery room felt like an eternity, each moment stretching out as they ascended floor by floor.

Inside; the room was a whirlwind of activity. The doctor was speaking in hushed tones to the nurses, who moved swiftly and efficiently around the bed, preppy in for you. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of fear and excitement that clung into Logan’s skin. He took his place by your side, his hand in yours and tried to offer comfort as the contractions grew more intense.

“Breathe, darlin’.” He murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just breathe.”

Your eyes flew open, the pain a living, pulsing entity in the room. You nodded, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you tried to focus on Logan’s voice, his warm, strong presence beside you. The contractions were coming faster now, each one stealing your breath and leaving you gasping for more.

“I’m right here,” Logan said, his voice a lifetime in chaos. “You’re doing so well, darlin’.”

Your grip on his hand tightened as you pushed, the doctor’s calm instructions a soothing rhythm in the background. Your body was a symphony of pain and power, each push; a crescendo that brought you both closer to meeting your beloved newborn son. Logan watched in awe, his love for you swelling with each contraction.

“Almost there,” the doctor said, his eyes never yours. “You’re doing it.”

Logan leaned in closer, his eyes on the doctor’s face as he felt his wife’s hand tighten around his. The room was a blur of activity, but all he could focus was the woman he loved, fighting through the most intense moment of her life. The pain on your face was matched only by the determination in your eyes, and he knew that you were going to give it everything you had.

“One more push,” the doctor urged, his voice firm and steady. “You’ve got this.”

Your eyes locked with Logan’s, nodded, drawing on the strength you knew he had in abundance. With a final, guttural scream, you pushed with every ounce of energy you had left. Logan felt his heart thunder in his chest, his eyes never leaving yours.

And then, amidst the beeps of the monitors and the rustling of the hospital gowns, they heard it; a tiny, squawking cry. The doctor held up your newborn baby boy, a mess of blood and vernix, but the most beautiful sight Logan had ever seen. His eyes filled with tears as he watched the nurse quickly clean him and wrap him in a warm blanket.

The doctor passed the baby to you, who took him into your own arms with a tremble. His tiny face screwed up in a wail, his little fists flailing. “He’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from the effort. Logan leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss onto his newborn son’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, lil’ bub.” He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at you, who was now holding the child they had created. Both Logan and your hearts swelling with love and fear and wonder.

You looks at Logan and chuckles tiredly while holding your baby. “Are you going to name him then? Lil’ Bub might not be the best when he grows up, Hun.” You said with a tired smile.

Logan’s eyes never left the baby as he thought for a moment before saying, “How about Jimmy, Jimmy Howlett? A nickname given by you if I remember correct, darlin’.” (i know I suck at naming, shut up and I took the word Jimmy from dofp ifykyk)

Your eyes filled with tears as you nodded. “Jimmy,” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the baby’s cries. “Jimmy Howlett…it fits him.”

The nurse took the baby for a quick check-up while Logan helped you adjusting your position in the bed. He gently brushed the hair from your forehead, his eyes filled with admiration and love. “You did it, baby. You’re amazing,” he said, his voice cracking.

You managed a wearily smile, your eyes glaze with the exhaustion of labor. “Couldn’t have done it without you,” you murmured as your gaze drifting to the bundle of joy in the nurse’s arms. Logan felt a fierce pride swell within him, his eyes never leaving his son.

The nurse finished her checks and brought little Jimmy back to the both of you, placing him gently in his mother’s arms. His cries had quieted to soft whimpers, his tiny body seeking warmth and comfort. Logan watched as your expression softened, your entire being seemingly focused on the new life you held.

Logan leans down beside with his arm over your head and the other smoothly and gently caressing his son’s head. Not wanting to make him cry even more. “I’m here too buddy,” he whispers to Jimmy, his voice gentle rumble… ”I’m your daddy.”

There you go folks! I hope you enjoy reading this and if you have anything just ask me anything. Might do request soon in the near future (who knows, might be hugh next?) <3 (dividers by @chachachannah)

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love isn't red ; it's blue

Hi! This is my first fic on Logan Howlett. Not very good with english but i hope you guys would enjoy reading and if you want to see more please, do ask me ! ^^

dofp LOGAN X FEM!READER

tags: MDNI 18+, bad parenting, fingering, logan and reader are married, reader is in their 30s

word count: 1445

notes; if there's any bad english grammar, i mind you that english is NOT my first language

The night came by too quickly; Logan washed what was left off the little dishes by the sink. He watched as you and Hera (your first born daughter) talking on the patio. He stared at the mother of 2 who hasn’t aged a day since they had met. Your hair wild as a gyspsy’s, and body clothed in a simple shirt dress. You looked over your shoulder and smiled; Logan’s heart skipped a beat. You, yourself don’t even know what you had done to him after all these years. Logan felt his pants tighten at the sight of your black and silver lace bra through the white material. His thought process was broken by a loud grunt behind him, his hazel eyes met Hank’s. Hank had a smirk across his blue furry coat ass face (i intended to write down like this).

“Been awhile huh?” Hank asked, catching Logan’s sexual tension. Logan rubbed his face with his wet hands, turning away from his hairy blue friend. He grabbed the beer Hank offered, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, Mateo, he's definitely my son, alright...but damn," he grunted, taking a sip. "Every time Y/N and I try to get a moment alone, that kid senses it and wakes his little ass up." He slammed his palm on the counter, frustration evident. “Tonight, I’ma put some beer in his milk and keep him asleep all night long" Logan grinned at himself while Hank laughed at his friend’s irritation.

Logan's ears perked up as he heard Hera's yawn and Mateo getting fussy, signalling bedtime. Hank, noticing the situation, slapped Logan's back and exited the kitchen, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. You were pulled by Hera, who forcefully tugged on your arm while cradling Mateo in the other. Before you could reach the stairs with Hera, Logan stops you by standing in front. “What’s the matter, Lo?” You asked with a soft chuckled “Oh, nothing, I was wondering if I could take over and handle that little monster of ours while you’re off to shower huh?” Logan replied as he picked up Mateo up away from your arm and cradles him in his. You raised a brow at him, feeling a bit sceptical but took the chances as you continue to make your way up with Hera.

Logan waved you a goodnight then looks down at his son’s drooling face. “Hey there bub, I’m not gonna let you ruin me and your momma’s time tonight. Not on my watch.” He cooed at the now smiling baby who was playing with Logan’s mutton chaffs. His tiny hands playing with Logan’s facial hair is almost too adorable to handle as Logan makes his way back into the kitchen. Unscrewing off the cap of the baby bottle, Logan put a few drops of diluted beer into Mateo’s milk and fed him up. He looks up at the time and noticed that it was almost nine p.m. Cradling Mateo in his arms while feeding him the diluted milk, Logan makes his way to Mateo’s room and gently sets him down in his crib. Letting the bottle beside him in case if Mateo gets cranky again.

Hurriedly, Logan makes his way to the master bedroom where you both shared. Hera, who was already sleeping in her other room, unbothered with what noise that will be occurring next. Logan enters the bedroom and waits anxiously as he sat down at the edge of the bed. His eyes clouded over with lust and deep desires when he saw you in a black almost see through that night shirt of yours. He whistles lowly when you smiled at him through your reflection, he approached his temptress nice and slow, hands on your hips before roaming that sweet sweet curve body of yours. Logan brought up his hand behind your head before placing kisses on your lips then to your shoulders while his other hand on your hips, pulling closer to his body. Your breath hitches, your (insert your hair colour) sprawled across his back as you threw you head back, allowing him more access. You felt a burning sensation in your lower belly.

Logan growled lowly, moving the both of you towards a large California king black oak bed. He laid you onto the red sheets, adoring your body with more kisses and soft touches. He spread your legs wide apart and settled in between them. “I missed this…I missed you, darlin’” He groaned with his eyes looking down at you with pure desire, pulling away your panties down and throwing aside as his hands now reaching your now wet sex; you moaned softly. Logan smirked at the sight of you arching your head back telling him that you wanted more. You rolled your eyes at the back of your head as Logan inserted two of his fingers into your wet sex. Your fingers intertwined within the silk sheets of the bed. Logan tries his best to restrain himself as best he could, but as he caught sight of your body begging for more…he withdrew his fingers out, removing off his clothes and pants and threw it aside.

You panted heavily, trying your best to lift your head up, eyes looking down to where Logan's shaft comes out leaking with pre-cum. Logan positions himself between your now spread legs, he looks down at you on the bed, biting his lower lip slightly, his heart racing as he smirks. Seeing you all flustered and panting to his magic touch…makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. “It’s your fault, you know…looking all mighty fine under that night dress of yours, darlin’”. His hand gripping on your hip, tightening while the other bracing against the bed. His voice, rough and ragged as he plunged into you. With that; you let out a strangled moan, your hips slightly raised by Logan’s thrusts. His hand that was bracing against the bed slides under your night dress, then bra and removing it so that his only restrictions is your beautiful body.

As soon as they were on the floor beside his clothes, Logan then returned one hand back to your moist area and the other on your breasts. You moan even louder than before almost begging for more. “You like that, honey? Huh? You like how I’m gonna fill you up real nice and good?” He continues to pound you harder than before, his voice coming out with heavy grunts and moans; You clutched onto his arms as Logan groaned, filling you up. Logan moves with such pace in and out, building up your moans until they were his name. “Please…Lo…I’m gonna come…” you moaned loudly, arching your back causing you to cry out with pleasure. Logan’s primal instinct kicked as he could feel you tightening around him; “Fuck…darlin’! You’re so tight” he said. Your body turning into deep red blush from cheeks to hips. You couldn’t think or said anything except moans and cries from his thrust; hitting your spot every time. You met his already deep thrusts with your hips moving down as he went up.

Logan growled, grabbing your hips and kissing you roughly as your climax hits hard. You came undone on his thick throbbing cock, sweat dripping from both of you but Logan… he wasn’t done. Instead. He withdrew and lifted you on your hands and knees. You didn’t have time to react, so without second to waste, he re-entered. You threw your head back as your body taking every inch of him. Pushing your bottom closer, Logan took your submission and grab ahold of your hips once more; thrusting at full speed. You feel another climax coming quickly. Logan’s hands moved up to your spine, stroking as he finally released his hot seed into you as you let yourself go for a second time. Logan moaned deeply and flops down on top of you before rolling to the other side of the bed. Logan, his arms wraps around you, holding you close against his chest, feeling your body nuzzling into his, his own strength beginning to return. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his breath still uneven, his heart pounding in his chest. "You okay, darlin’? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shake your head then smiled, laying your head on his chest with your finger playing on his chest.

Both you and Logan laughed before Mateo stirs awake, crying for attention. Logan groans, rolling his eyes. “Well, I guess someone’s awake. Better go check him out” You chuckled softly at him and nodded.