dess

a/n: the title is self explanatory, i just wanted to write a quick logan fluff because i feel like there isn’t enough of it on here

cw: tooth-rotting fluff, suggestive themes but no smut, established relationship, logan is a softie, reader hates working out, reader is weak ASF, writer barely knows any of the proper gym rat terms

not proofread!

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you regretted your decision as soon as you made it.

you couldn’t help but feel left out watching logan leave your shared apartment around the same time everyday to go to the gym for hours. after all, what could he possibly be doing there that’s better than spending time with you?

“lo’, i can’t believe you go to the gym everyday looking like that. do you have a gym crush you’re trying to impress or something?” you pout.

logan emerges from the bathroom, chuckling as he slips on a black compression shirt, and your eyes love the way the smooth fabric deliciously hugs his biceps.

“why? you scared someone’ll take me away from you?” he asks teasingly.

“uh, yes,” you say in a “duh” tone. “and that didn’t answer my question.” you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

he sighs and softly throws his head back before putting the keys to his motorcycle on your bedroom counter, walking over to you and cupping your face in his hands.

“why are you questioning me all of a sudden, bub? you know i wouldn’t do that to you.” he speaks assuringly, kissing your nose. unfortunately for him, that wasn’t convincing enough for you.

with your stance unwavering, logan’s eyes suddenly seem to light up with a flicker of realization. a slow, almost mischievous smirk curled the corners of his mouth. “wanna come with me?”

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and that’s how you ended up in the parking lot of a planet fitness.

much to your dismay, logan had failed to tell you it was arm day. the frown etched onto your face had only seemed to grow deeper the closer you got to the doors of the gym. on the other hand, logan couldn’t have looked happier, practically skipping to the door to hold it open for you. he playfully bows, holding the door open with one hand while the other crossed over his chest to motion you inside.

“after you, princess.”

“i genuinely hate you right now.” you seethed, walking inside with your arms crossed.

“what, you think you’re too good to lift some weights?” his hand comes up the small of your back as you make your way to the dumbbell rack, grin faltering as he glares at a man that had been looking your way.

you make note of this and shyly pull down your tight shorts, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the way they had slightly rolled up your thighs as you walked. “maybe i should go back..” you say sheepishly, now feeling self-conscious.

“hey, hey, don’t do that..” logan’s eyes break away from you and frantically meet with yours, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around to face him. you attempt to look down, but his hand is quicker when it comes up to grab your chin and tilt your head up to meet his eyes.

he reads the nervous look in you eyes before parting his plush lips, “it’ll be alright, i’ll teach you how to do everything. let’s start with something easy. is that okay with you?”he spoke softly, comforting.

you close your eyes and your brows furrow, the gears in your head turning as you debate running out of here before you embarrass yourself.

logan’s voice rips through your train of thought. “if you don’t want to, i won’t force you. we can go back home and watch a movie or somethin’.” he trails off, waiting for your response. he taps your cheek when you don’t say anything in response.

you finally part your lips softly, “no, it’s fine. i don’t wanna make you leave because of me, just teach me how to lift these things correctly before i hurt myself..” you mumble.

logan’s smile grows wide at your answer. “of course, baby. i’m the best instructor” he winks.

leaving from your side, he moves to pick out 2 dumbbells: one 80 lbs for him, and one 10 lbs for you. he gently sets yours down on the floor near your feet.

“alright, so we’re gonna start with bicep curls. you just start out with it at your side with your wrist facing away from you…” logan moves to have his fist facing outwards with the dumbbell in hand, resting comfortably by his mid thigh.

logan’s voice strained as he spoke, driving the dumbbell up to his chest, muscles flexing against his shirt. which you enjoyed seeing and hearing

“…then just pull it up towards you. like so.” he looks as you while he continues his workout, staring at his arms intently with a pink tint creeping up the apples of your cheeks.

“okay… how many times do i have to do that again?” you manage to get out, still slightly distracted.

he snickers at how flustered you look but he decided against pointing it out, at least for right now. “i do 3 sets of 20, but you can do like 3 sets of 8” he suggests.

“oh wow, way to tell me i have zero upper body strength. thanks babe.” you roll your eyes, unable to hide the offense you took from his comment.

logan finishes his first set and switches to his other arm before responding to you,“sorry baby, i just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” just like he said, he completed 20 on his other arm to match before setting the weight down.

“now you try.”

you groan as you bend down to pick up the dumbbell, mimicking logan’s original stance as you prepare to drive up this heavy ass hunk of metal towards your chest. you almost want to disappear when logan bites back a smirk at the way your arm shakes on its way up toward your bicep.

you groan some more once you finally getting up and logan’s eyes widen when you immediately unfold your arm, dragging the weight down with it.

“shit, why did that hurt so bad?” you wince in confusion. how did it hurt more to put it back down at your side?

“princess, you’re not supposed to do that.” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “your arm wasn’t prepared to feel that weight with it when you put it back down by your side.” logan explains. “lift it up again, but this time control the weight when you come back down, nice and slow.”

he moves behind you, looking at your position. his eyes finally skim up to your facial expression, and you couldn’t have looked more humiliated. “i don’t wanna do this anymore.” you whine, head falling back against his toned chest.

“you’re doing great, okay? just do these f’me and we’ll go home and take a nap” he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.

you bite back another complain, closing your eyes and focusing on his advice. you move to curl the weight back up towards you, feeling slightly less difficult than before. you pause a minute and adjust to the weight before slowly descending back to your starting position.

“see? look at how easy that was” he kisses your cheek. he moves to stand about 4 feet in front of you, grabbing his dumbbell. “now let’s finish it together.”

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your arms are basically dead once you finish, but you definitely weren’t complaining seeing logan’s back while doing lateral pull downs.

logan takes a swig of his water bottle before standing, intertwining his large hand with your (much, much smaller) one.“are you ready to leave?”

“is that even a question?”

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(creds in the video)

THE “KILLSHOT BABY” PART HAD ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I WANT HIM SO BADDDDKENDKD

logan helps you unwind (18+)

a/n: with everyone FINALLY getting with the hugh jackman/wolverine renaissance i’ve decided to cave in and write my first oneshot in a whiiiiile.. just for fun! i’m a bit rusty and it’s kinda all over the place so bare with me *NOT PROOFREAD*

prompt: after a long day covering a mission, your bf is there to help you relax

cw: xfem! reader TRIES to be a tease, slight fluff, SMUT, lots of pet names, logan is soft, also cocky, slight degradation, oral sex, missionary, belly bulge, slight dacryphilia, supposed to be sensual but gets feral

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after filling in professor xavier with your finds during your mission, you exit lower levels of the mansion in pure exhaustion. your walk back to your room didn’t help as you reveled in the quiet, peaceful ambience of the mansion. during the day, it was never this quiet so you appreciate the stillness, allowing the dimmed lights to guide you along each narrow hallway.

from what felt like a long walk, you finally reach your bedroom, reaching for the doorknob in anticipation. you missed the comfort of your four walls, your bed, and most importantly, your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you saw the dim lamp light peeking out from your room, indicating that someone was inside. opening and closing the door behind you, you fail to hide your smile as you meet eyes with none other than logan. pulling his eyes away from the tv in front of your bedframe, he smiled before speaking.

“i was starting to think you lost your way back, (n/n).” logan spoke, rising from your bed and walking toward you to envelop you in a hug. you immediately wrap your arms around his wide shoulders and rest them on the back of his neck, turning your head to hear his heartbeat. you missed the way he said your name. “what took you so long, bub? i was startin’ to get worried.” logan’s soft tone pulled you away from your thoughts.

“i‘m sorry,” you mumbled sleepily, “i didn’t think i would take that long. everything went fine, though. i’m just really tired, i wanna lay down.” the last part came out in a whine you hadn’t intended for.

“aww, s’alright, princess, i’ll take care of you” logan coos in a mocking voice, snickering at your whiny tone. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” too tired to come up with a witty response, you allow logan to carry you bridal style to the bathroom.

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you had changed into one of logan’s old shirts, reaching past your knees. you were going to put on a pair of sleep shorts but you decided against it, wearing a thong instead. you walk out of the bathroom turning off the light behind you to see logan, who had already changed, waiting for you in bed. you stay near the bathrooms doorframe, taking a moment to drink in the sight in front of you. logan had changed into a black tank top showing off his veiny muscles, along with a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low at his hips and left little to imagination. staring at his print, your eyelashes fluttered as you tried to rub your legs together to calm the sensation between your thighs.

your boyfriends voice snapped you out of your trance. “what are you waiting for to get in bed? c’mere.” he stared back at you, voice gravelly. your eyes flickered down to his hand at his side, motioning you toward him with his index and middle finger.

“okay,” you spoke softly, biting your lip. slowly walking toward the bed, grabbing onto his lean shoulders you swung your right leg over to straddle him on either side. logan groaned as he felt your heat grind against his print, but you covered it up as if you were innocently adjusting yourself in his lap.

logan’s hands found your plush hips and rubbed circles in them lovingly, looking up at you through his strands of dark brown hair. between the feeling of him beneath you and his large hands on you, sleeping was the last thing on your mind now. “you’re such a tease, you know that?” he mumbled, eyes seemingly turning a shade darker as you continued to grind harder against his print.

“mmm,” you held back a moan, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you leaned down toward him, pressing a feather-like kiss to his lips before backing away, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a sly smile. logan groaned at this, taking a hand to gently pull your lip away from your teeth, letting the pad of his thumb drag your bottom lip down toward your chin.

“doll,” he strained out, his eyes were locked on your pretty lips now wrapping around the pad of his thumb, playfully biting it.

“hmm?” you quipped.

“remember how i said i was gonna take care of you?” he growled out. “think m’gonna do that now.” deciding he’s had enough of your teasing, logan flipped the two of you over before you could respond. his lips gently, yet passionately met yours, moving in tandem. your hand comes up to play with the hair in the back of his head while the other travels down toward the band of his sweatpants, desperately attempting to pull them down.

logan pulls away to smirk down at your feeble attempt to reach his pants, “relax, baby. we’ll get there, i wanna take my time. been waiting all day f’you” he gently guides your hand away from him, interlocking it with his own. logan lifted the oversized shirt over your head to reveal your body in all of its glory, eyes drawn to your hardened nipples.

“you look so pretty under me” logan whispers in admiration, more to himself than to you whilst playing with the soft flesh on your chest. you whine as you try your best to buck your hips towards his thigh, desperate for friction.

“tell me, bub. what’dya need from me? hm?” he speaks endearingly as he tweaks your left nipple in between his fingers, but it sounds all the more condescending to you.

“please lo’, i want your mouth” you say shyly. normally you wouldn’t be so quick to say what you needed, but the pulsing between your thighs was becoming too much for you. logan hummed in approval and moved down, face meeting your lacy thong. he spreads your legs and takes a moment to smell you. “logan” you whine in embarrassment.

“you smell so good, (n/n)”. he teases before using his index finger and thumb to pinch and pull at the wet spot on your panties, letting it snap back against your wet clit. catching you off guard, you gasped. “sorry, i forgot, what is it that you needed from me again, baby?” logan’s lips slip up into a smirk.

“oh my god, logan. hurry up, i need your mouth” you groan impatiently. logan snickers at this before he finally slides your soiled panties down your legs and pins your thighs near your chest. “hold them there.” logan orders. you oblige as you watch his thumbs spread you open on either side, flattening his tongue while he laps at your clit.

“ohhh my- fuck…” you moan softly. logan places light, open mouthed kisses on your sensitive bud as he looks up at you.

“please, that feels so good. want more..” one of your hands reach down from your leg to guide his own to your hole, clenching around nothing. logan slowly inserts his middle finger, curling it up against that spongy spot just the way you like.

“mmm, logan, i’m gonna cum” you throw your head back, pleading. your hand flies to tug his tufts of hair closer your heat. logan pumps his finger in and out of you, lips popping away from your clit to watch the white ring forming around his thick digit. “lo, i’m—“

just as the coil in your lower stomach was about to snap, he stops. your mouth opens to protest, but logan comes up to shush you with a kiss.

“m’sorry bub, i want you to cum on my cock first.” logan leans back on his knees to suck his finger clean from your juices, keeping eye contact with you. he kisses your forehead one last time before leaning back again to pull off his tank top and his sweatpants, painfully slow. you stared in awe as his muscles flexed with every movement, eyes raking up and down his body.

once he finally got them off, your bring your hand to pump his lengths few times before taking some of the precum at the tip of your fingers, bringing it to your lips. “fuck” logan whines. you lean up from the bed to drag his face down towards yours, kissing him feverishly. logan bites your bottom lip, using your soft moan to deepen the kiss. you had been so caught up in kissing him that you hadn’t realized he took a hand down to line himself up with your entrance. gasping at the stretch, you pull away from the kiss with a breathy sigh as your head lands on your pillow.

logan grunts as he continues to his length into you, bottoming out. you hiss at the sensation and clench around him. “shit, don’t squeeze me like that, baby. gonna make me cum already..” he trails off, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

“god, logan” you whine pathetically as your back lifts off of the bed. “it’s so much”

“i know, baby, i know” logan taunts you as he watches the way your eyes roll in the back of your head once he speeds up his thrusts. pulling one of your legs over his shoulder he bends down, tickling your ear. “it’s too good isn’t it, doll? you want me to stop?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.

“n-no! want you to… mmm.. keep going..” you say frantically as your eyes shoot open. you feel logan smirk at this, placing kisses in the crook of your neck before pulling away to look down at his length poking through your lower stomach. “holy fuck, look at that baby.” logan moans, bringing one of his hands behind your neck, tilting your head down. “taking me so well. how does this feel?” he slithers his hand away from your neck and moves it between your bodies, pressing down on the bulge.

your moans raise in pitch as the pressure and rhythm of his thrusts became too much for you. “s-s’good, lo. i’m gonna cum.” you breathe out as a tear slips from your eye.

logan’s cock twitches inside of you at the sight as his hips snap faster, chasing his own climax. “you look so pretty when you cry, angel” his tone was so soft compared to the way he was drilling into you, it was almost comical. the hand that was pressing against your abdomen was now traveling down, rubbing tight, small circles on your clit.

“yes, logan. just like that, im so close” you sob, thrusting up to the best of your ability to meet his thrusts.

“like that?” he mocks you. “you’re right there, bub. i know you can do it. cum for me” you moan louder than you have before, walls tightening around his length and your body shakes as you finally cum around him.

“that’s it, baby. such a good fucking girl.” logan praises you, snapping his hips even faster as he grabs both your ankles and pins them near your heard. his cock twitches against your tight walls again before he finishes inside of you with a deep growl.

after he lets go, you move your legs down to wrap around logans waist until you feel him get soft, pulling back out of you.

“did i hurt you?” he asked, petting your hair.

“no, it was great” you spoke softly. you stare at each other for a moment before your eyes flutter closed once you see him move to lay down next to you and wrap his arms around your waist.

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