HEYY VANNN 💗
I heard you wanted to talk about Logan and I gotchu 👀😉
So I was thinking about Logan and what his reaction would be to seeing you in something of his. And I know I’d steal all those mans shirts but what about something else to get a rise out of Logan?? Like going to bed in his boxers OR meeting up for a date night and you show up with wearing his favorite belt buckle he swore he lost with the tightest jeans you have on that you know will make him go feral. I feel each Logan variant has a different vibe so you can take item(s) of his and he sees you wearing that and it’s OVER 😏 I have thoughts for a few but would love to hear what you think!💞
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! DAMI THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!
I absolutely LOVE this idea. the belt buckle is so cute!!! I feel like he would tug you forward with them- looping his finger around your belt, staring down at it before looking at you, and calling you a little thief <3
Thank you for sending this in!!! <3 <3, I hope you enjoy!!
Logan Variants Reacting to You Taking His Stuff!
(slightly smutty, fluffy, and slightly angsty stuff below!)
Trilogy Logan: He crossed his arms, taking in the sight before him.
His dogtags, sitting pretty right in the valley of your breasts.
He was showering, heard you come in for a second- didn't pay too much attention to that. Was half tempted to tell you to join him- but considering he was almost finished washing up, and the water was getting cold, hell just join you in bed instead.
When he climbed out- his dogtags that just happened to be taken off with his clothes for once when he showered was missing. He checked all over the bathroom- even stared in the mirror to make sure he didn't go insane and it was still around his neck, but found that it was not the case.
He swears he didn't take it off in the bedroom- but as he opened the door to step into yours and his shared room, the mystery was quickly solved.
You were leaning against the headboard, posed in a sensual position, a big smile stretched across your face as his eyes trailed over your nude figure. Finally landing on the dogtags. He could make out his name on them.
He dropped the towel, letting you see what he thought of your little trick- and your new sense of fashion as he walked towards the bed, kneeling onto the end of it- his member at full attention for you.
"Now, that's a good look for you sweetheart." He mumbles low as he leans over you, fingers coming up to trace over the tags.
"sure you don't want them back?" You teased.
"Nah, keep em. Let everyone know who you belong to."
Origins Logan: You stole, yet another one of his flannels.
He'd be irritated, if he could. Yet, they look better on you anyway.
Especially when you're walking around in nothing, but his flannels.
It happens at the most random of moments too. Usually he's home after a long day at work. He sheds his clothes off, changes into sweats and a clean t-shirt before settling down somewhere to read, relax, watch tv. You'll be off doing your own thing, he'll distinctly remember you wearing a pair of boot-cut jeans and a tank top.
Then suddenly you're walking past him, an hour later- not even socks or panties on you as his flannel practically swallows you. He used to say something about it, tease you, make a joke- but now he smirks, catches a glance of your ass, barely hidden by the hem, before returning to his newspaper.
Eventually you'll end up in his lap. He's frumping over the stolen cloth, and you'll make a sweet pout and tell him that it smells soooo good that you couldn't help it. Smells just like him.
"Yeah princess? That's why you like it so much?" He'll smile, his hands tucking underneath the flannel, brushing over your bare skin as his eyes wander down- admiring the way your chest is barely concealed from him. You bit your lip, and nodded. "Hm." He tipped his chin up to look at you. "Alright. Keep it on, but you'll have to do something for me."
Old Man Logan: "Darling? You seen my glasses-?"
He stopped when he finally spotted you in the kitchen- trying on the glasses that he'd been looking for, for the last 20 minutes. He hated the damn things, hated how old they made him feel. Perfect vision for nearly 200 years and now he needs them. Really?
The only thing that keeps him from smashing the damn things is you cooing in his ear about how cute he looks.
A small guilty look on your face as he crossed his arms, raising a brow at you, and you smiled. Your hands dropped to your side, leaving the glasses sitting on your face.
"Got a reason to be stealing my glasses, doll?" He asks, feigning annoyance- but he could never really be angry with you.
"I just wanted to see what it looked like with your glasses" You answer innocently.
"And?"
"You look fuzzy."
He smiles, looking down at the floor, before moving forward into the kitchen towards you. "Real cute sweetheart." He coos. Reaching up, he pulled the glasses off you. "There. Better?"
"Kinda."
You reached for his glasses, taking them from his hands, flipping them over and putting them on. It slips a bit on the bridge of his nose, and he tipped his chin down to look at you past them. You smiled.
"Now, it's better." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "So handsome."
"Mm." He tipped his chin up again. "I don't know doll, they did look nice on you."
Worst Wolverine: He was half asleep and barely noticed you had them on.
You went to shower, while he watched some old black and white movie on the tv in your shared bedroom. It was boring- and he had seen it before. Granted it was over 100 years ago- but he did see it, and he remembered not liking it then either.
So he started to fall asleep, eyes closed, arm stretched out across your side of the bed. He picked up the sound of the shower shutting off- always alert at what you're doing.
He began to fall deeper into slumber, knowing that you'll be by his side soon. He heard you come in, silence at first- before your quiet shuffling around the room continued. Drawers opening and shutting, and finally you're climbing in bed by his side.
He turned to spoon you, arms wrapping around you protectively. His hands, as usual began wandering over your form. Tracing along your figure- it was a comfort thing for him. A habit he's built over time with you, reassurance that you're still there- that you're okay.
His hands, as usual, moved downwards- where instead of your panties that he has become so familiar with- it was a different fabric.
"Babe." His brows creased together, eyes still shut as his hand continued to investigate what was on your bottom half. "Are these mine?" He finally asks, pinching the fabric between his fingers.
Quiet mirth escaped you. "I thought they looked comfy." You responded. He opened his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbow to glance at his boxers that were adorning your lower half. You turned your head to look at him.
"Hm." He continued to feel the fabric. "i wanna get a better look at this."
He moved onto his back, urging you to straddle him which you happily did so. He examined you, intensely- like someone examining a piece of art- making sure it was real. You couldn't help but laugh.
"why so intense about it Lo?" You hummed. He chuckled.
"Looks good on you." He says, taking the waistband and snapping it against your hip. "Little big."
"Well, have you see you?"
He smirked. His hands coming down to rub your thighs. The look of his boxers on you- they peaked his interest, they looked good. Really good. It made his mind wander- wonder things like how they may feel after you wear them. Maybe, just maybe if makes you real happy while wearing them- some of you essence will get left behind, staining the cloth.
"Say baby, not too tired are you?"
2013 Wolverine: His old jacket.
The leather jacket he used to wear all the time, back before everything happened. Left it behind when he left the mansion- when he left you.
Not that he wanted to leave you- but he thought it best. He failed you, he failed everyone.
Yet here you were, staring back at him, wrapped in the leather that was a bit too big for you. Looks like it was keeping you warm though. Good, considering the mountains are freezing. He certainly knew that.
"Logan."
Your voice sounded sweet- just as he remembered it.
He wasn't sure how'd he react when he'd see you again, wasn't sure how it'd go. However all he could think was how nice you looked in his jacket.
You pulled it closer around yourself. Seemed like a habit, the way your hands held onto it. He could almost see, by the look in your eyes and the way your fingers held the fabric. Like you were imagining it was him.
"It's time to come home Lo." You say. "I miss you."
He didn't say anything. Just stood there, staring back at you- not quite sure if you were real. Had plenty of strange dreams, saw strange things while living out in the Canadian Rockies. Most of them involved you.
Only one way to be sure.
He walked forward towards you. The snow crunching under his boots. You didn't move, looking at him pleadingly- waiting for his next move.
His arms came around, and pulled you into an embrace. He buried his face into your hair- then down to your neck as he took a deep breath. His jacket- the one he wore religiously for years, now smelled like you.
He wondered if you'd be willing to give it back to him, once you're both back home.
Patch! Logan: "Where is the damn thing...." He mutters quietly under his breath. He was all ready- his sparkling white suit, cleaned and pressed, not a wrinkle in sight. Cuff links, in a shape of a X, pinned to the cuffs of his jacket. His eye patch- set perfectly, as usually. All that was missing was his bowtie.
The damn thing was a bright red. How could he not find it?
He remember taking it off last night- or rather, you took it off. Nearly ripped the damn thing off. Threw it...By the window.
He pushed the furniture around- still unable to find it.
He checked his watch. Couldn't look any longer. He'll have to settle for a regular black bow tie. It's classy sure. His red tie however- he considered it lucky. He needed all the luck he could get tonight.
So there he was, his usual thing, gambling, drinking, spying- eavesdropping.
That's when he spotted you. Pretty thing- as always. Only something.... different.
You were next to the head honcho of the casino- usually are. He likes to parade you around and show you off however you have no interest in the likes of him.
You had that pretty red dress that drives him wild on. The one that hugs your curves, leaves little to the imagination with the slit in the thigh and off the shoulder sleeves and a neckline that reached very low. At the center of neckline, was his bow tie
You must have pinned it there, you little vixen.
You looked bored, until you spotted him in the crowd. The way your face lit up sent butterflies through him- only they melted into something more, as he felt his trousers grow tighter when you brought your hand to the bow tie that sat pretty.
Your boss put his arm around you, unnoticing that your attention was on Logan from across the room.
This guy may act like you belong to him to the public, but you were quietly yet openly wearing the very thing that told Logan,
You belonged to Patch.
Cowboy! Logan: He'd been looking for it all day. Unsure of how he could have lost the damn thing! Took it off during a catnap against a tree, woke up with it gone.
All he knew, is he was going to shoot whoever the hell took it.
Eyed the farm boys who act scared as hell of him- he doubts they would have done it. Hell they pretty much piss themselves if he so much glanced at em.
the lil kids that like to climb all over him- as if he wasn't the most dangerous outlaw in the West- no - The States. They've tried to take his hat more than once after all- but a quick glance into the school building and they definitely weren't the culprits. Neither was the teacher who shooed him out.
Checked the bar- making sure those damn assholes that sit and drink their health away didn't pull some bullshit. He wouldn't be surprised, since he beats them at every card game they've challenged him to since he's shown up. It wasn't them though- on account that they were all passed out on the floor with a disgruntled barkeep.
He was at a lost, about to surrender that he'll have to go buy a new one. To bad, he really liked that hat.
Until it occurred to him that he hadn't seen you in awhile.
In fact- he was so disgruntled by losing his hat, he completely forgotten that the catnap he took- was right by your side. You were leaning on his shoulder, falling asleep just like him. Now you and the hat were missing.
Didn't take long for him to find you- nearby your family home, by that pond you like to read by. You held a cheeky smile as he approached you.
"There you are, you little thief." He accused- eyes taking in the stetson upon your pretty little head. "I was bout to shoot someone over that thing, you know that right? Anyone teach you not to take stuff?"
"What?" You acted innocent. "You put it in my lap. Naturally I thought you were giving it to me."
He pressed a hand and leaned against a tree, looking down at you. "Now sweetheart, you do know what it means when you wear a cowboys hat, right?"
You blinked innocently up at him. A devilish grin spread across his face. "No? What does it mean?"
