#wolverine imagines

But God help you—when it came to Logan, and the increasingly obvious ways he was trying to flirt with you, you were the picture of innocent confusion.

And it was killing him.

It started with coffee.

Every morning, without fail, Logan poured two mugs before anyone else was even awake. One black. One exactly how you liked it—two sugars, splash of cream, hotter than hell. He never asked. He just handed it to you with a grunt and a nod, sometimes a grumble that passed for “mornin’.”

You assumed it was just… Logan being decent. Maybe because you always fixed the kitchen cabinet he broke after missions. Maybe because you patched up his shoulder once after he took a Sentinel beam to the ribs and refused Jean’s help.

You never thought much of it. Why would you? You were smart—books-smart, strategy-smart, but as Alex once said while rubbing his temples during Danger Room cooldowns:

"You’ve got the emotional radar of a brick wall."

Alex had tried. He gave up after the fifth time he tries to flirt with you, you asked if his stares were because your face looked weird with training sweat. (He said yes just to mess with you. You thanked him for his honesty.) 

Logan? Logan was different. Quieter. He didn’t flirt, didn’t press. But he lingered. Offered to train with you. Walked you back to your room even when it was two halls out of his way. You chalked it up to his weird sense of old-school chivalry. Or boredom.

So when you flopped onto the couch one afternoon after missions, exhausted and bruised, and Logan wordlessly shoved a pillow under your head before sitting beside you with his usual beer, you just muttered, “Thanks, grandpa.”

He side-eyed you. “Seriously?”

“What?” you blinked, genuinely confused.

He shook his head, muttering something under his breath about clueless little gremlins with PhDs in everything but common sense. He stood up and walked away. Straight to the garage. To punch a wall. Maybe using his head to put the hole on the wall.

—--

You’re fixing tea. Logan leans on the counter beside you.

“You know,” he says, voice low, “we’ve been spending a lotta time together.”

You hum. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. I think it’s because we have overlapping assignments. And Jean said I’m the only one who can calm you down when you’re feral. Well. Semi-feral.”

“…Uh-huh.”

He takes a breath.

“You ever think maybe there’s a reason I sit next to you at every meal?”

“Sure. I thought you liked the window seat.”

“Lady. There ain’t a view at night.”

You turn to look at him. Innocent. Eyes bright. “You like the moonlight, then?”

Logan closes his eyes. He actually pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dear God, help me..”

You sip your tea like he didn’t just age ten years.

You thought he was just being nice.

Even when Alex Summers pulled you aside and said, with the drained tone of a man who'd tried and failed, "Look, he brought you a bottle of your favorite hot sauce. He growled at Scott when he made you cry during training. Do you really not get it?" 

You just blinked at him and went, “Logan’s nice like that with everyone.”

He stared at you for a good ten seconds before muttering, “I’m out. I’m done. You’re a lost cause.”

----

It came to a head one afternoon in the garage.

You were helping Logan sort out toolkits, perched on the edge of his workbench with smudges of grease on your cheek, chatting aimlessly about coolant systems.

He barely said anything. Just watched you. Jaw tight.

Finally, he muttered, “You ever think about dating?”

You glanced up. “Huh? Oh. Not really. I’m kind of terrible at it.”

He snorted. “Yeah. I noticed.”

You blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned, tossed the wrench onto the bench with a metallic clatter, and faced you fully. “You’re smart, lady. Real smart. Top of your class, can handle a telepathic tantrum without breaking a sweat. But when it comes to me flirting with you? It’s like talkin’ to a brick wall.”

Your mouth parted. “Wait, you were—?”

“Yes,” he cut in, exasperated. “I was flirtin’. For six goddamn months. What did you think it meant when I gave you my last beer and sat through that three-hour black-and-white movie you made me watch with subtitles?”

“I thought you liked old movies…” you whispered, stunned.

He looked at the ceiling, breathed deep through his nose like he was trying to find divine patience.

“I kissed your knuckles after that dinner with the students,” he said slowly. “You giggled and said it was 'very gentlemanly.' Thought you’d get it that time.”

“…That was flirting?”

He looked at you for a long beat. He scrubbed a hand down his face, growled into his palm, then looked at you. Real hard. Like he was holding back the urge to shake some sense into you. Or kiss you stupid.

Probably both.

“You are hopeless.”

“I—Logan, I’m not used to people liking me like that!” you blurted, ears going hot. “And you’re just so—tough. Grumpy. Muscly. I thought you were just being… weirdly polite.”

He stepped in close, eyes locked to yours, and you could practically feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. But under it, something deeper. Tired affection. Hope. Need.

“You think I act like this with everyone?” he asked, voice low.

“I mean,” you mumbled. “You let Kurt braid your hair once.”

“That’s different.”

“…You let me fall asleep on your shoulder.”

“You snored on me. For two hours. And I didn’t move a muscle.”

“Oh.” You swallowed. “I thought you were asleep too?”

He leaned in, both hands braced on the workbench on either side of your hips now. You felt caged—but safe. So much heat in the small space between you.

“Gonna say this once,” he said, voice quieter now. “And if you still don’t get it, I swear to God I’m draggin’ you to Jean for a brain scan. Or ask Charles to fix your head.”

You didn’t dare breathe.

“I like you,” Logan said. “Not in the friend way. Not in the 'mansion buddy’ way. Not in the 'passing you wrenches and watching your mouth move while you talk about brake fluid’ way. I like you. I want to be with you. And I’m two seconds away from losing my damn mind if I have to watch you flirt with the data down the lab again instead of noticing me.”

You gushed. “I was not flirting! I was encouraging the data to come out great and not failing mid loading.”

He groaned. Actually groaned. “I’m gonna throw something.”

You bit your lip. “Okay. Okay, wait. You like me? Like—like like me?”

“Yes. That’s what I’ve been saying.” He gruffly muttered.

You tugged your sleeve. “I’m not great at this. I never really… dated.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Figured. Alex gave up last week.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, Alex—”

“Not the point,” he growled.

You gently tapped his arm. “So, like. What do we do now?”

He looked up, face somewhere between exasperation and utter disbelief.

Then, with a sigh, he cupped your cheek and muttered, “First thing we do? We go upstairs. You change outta these oil-stained clothes. I take you out. And at some point tonight, I kiss you. And if you still don’t get it after that, sweetheart, I’m calling in reinforcements.”

You blinked. “Do I need to bring my ID?”

He stared. “You think I’m gonna take you to a club to party? You really are hopeless. Been waitin’ months for you to figure it out, darlin’. Thought maybe you needed flashcards. Or a damn neon sign.”

You swallowed. “You’re gonna have to be very literal with me.”

He chuckled, low and fond. “Yeah. I gathered.”

----

You didn’t even get halfway to your room before Alex Summers appeared from the rec room, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that said I told you so.

“So,” Alex drawled, arms crossed. “Logan finally cracked?”

You frowned. “Cracked?”

“You know. Lost his cool. Spelled it out for you in small words.” He jerked his chin toward the garage. “He looked like a man who just had to explain fire to a caveman.”

Your cheeks warmed. “He… may have been a little frustrated.”

Alex laughed outright, shaking his head. “I tried to help you, you know. Months ago. But no—every time I pointed out something obvious, you’d go, ‘Oh, Logan’s just being nice.’” He straightened and walked past you, muttering, “The guy practically growled every time someone else got within five feet of you.”

You blinked. “…He did?”

Alex stopped mid-step and turned, deadpan. “Wow. Still catching up.”

Upstairs, you pulled off your oil-streaked shirt and changed into something you figured was “date-ish,” which mostly meant clean jeans, boots without a grease stain, and a top you didn’t mind possibly ruining if Logan decided the date involved lumberjacking or motorcycle repairs.

You hesitated in front of the mirror. This wasn’t nerves about how you looked—it was the dawning realization that Logan, Logan, had just admitted he liked you. Not in the vague, maybe-he’s-just-friendly way you’d been telling yourself, but in the actual way. Your stomach twisted, a mix of thrill and fear.

When you stepped into the hall, he was waiting, leaning against the wall with his hands in his jacket pockets. He glanced you over in one slow sweep that left your skin feeling warmer than the mansion’s heating system.

“Better,” he said gruffly, pushing off the wall. “C’mon.”

–---

You expected a local diner. Maybe a pub.

What you didn’t expect was the quiet little spot tucked behind a row of brownstones in town—low lights, warm wood tables, the smell of grilled steak and something faintly sweet drifting in from the kitchen. It was intimate without being flashy, the kind of place you wouldn’t have found on your own.

Logan pulled your chair out for you, which earned him a raised brow.

“What?” he said as you sat.

“You’re… really leaning into this ‘gentleman’ thing,” you teased.

He smirked. “Trying to make sure there’s no room for misinterpretation this time.”

The conversation started awkward, at least for you. Logan didn’t talk much at first—just listened, sipped his beer, occasionally made a comment that landed with the kind of weight that made you realize he’d been paying attention to everything you’d said over the past year.

Halfway through your meal, the waitress came over, leaning a little too close to Logan as she set down his plate. You caught yourself watching him, curious.

He didn’t so much as glance at her. His eyes stayed on you. “You gonna eat that bread, or am I?”

You pushed it toward him without thinking, but your mind was still replaying the way he hadn’t looked at the waitress. You were used to being the one who faded into the background—him ignoring someone else for you felt… strange. In a good way.

After dinner, you walked outside into the cool night. The street was quiet, lamplight pooling on the sidewalk. Logan slowed his pace until you were side by side, his hand brushing against yours—once, twice—until you finally realized he was doing it on purpose.

You glanced up at him. “So… what now?”

He stopped, turning to face you fully. “Now? I make good on what I said earlier.”

Your pulse jumped. “The part about kissing me?”

“That’s the one.”

And then he did—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to erase any lingering doubt in your head. His hand slid to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, and you felt the rough warmth of him, the steadiness that had always been there under the gruff exterior.

When he pulled back, his voice was low but certain. “Still think I’m just bein’ nice?”

You shook your head quickly, still catching your breath. “No. Definitely not. You will need to do that every day. Kissing me, what i mean.”

Logan grunts happily, and his lips are a bit glossy because of your lipbalm. "Will do, bub. That's a promise."

God, he missed this so fucking much.

Logan groans, hands grabbing tightly your hips as you fuck yourself on top of him. Your ass against his skin every time you lower down to impale on his cock, over and over.

The sight is just completely perfect, holding yourself against his abdomen, back against his chest as he rests by the head of the bed.

And shit, he loves to hear you so damn much. Hear you whimper, moan, and sigh with every thrust he gives up to meet your flesh. He even would love to see your tits bouncing in front of him...

“Fuck, yes!”

That sweet out-loud moan leaving your lips causes him to pick up the pace. Your praise never fails to make him go feral, going rough and faster than before.

“Shit, right there- fuck! Feels so good!” Your pussy walls welcoming his cock, glistening with your arousal every time he almost pulled completely outside your hole.

It was your second day in that same motel room, fucking like animals. This wasn’t the plan at all when you originally left the mansion. Both of you just needed to be away at least for a couple of days to have time for yourselves, far from everything and everyone. You wanted to have an actual trip with nice dates, good food, and see the city, but the short time you two had was enough to just have you there on the bed, round after round. He missed your sweet sounds, that dirty side of you when no one was around. How you’d let him rail you as he pleased.

This is all he wanted. It is all he needs right now. You, on top of him, spread and ready for his cock to fuck your guts all day and night.

“Shit, you’re right there already again?” he grunts, feeling himself squeezed by your cunt.

He knows you’re close. And you just came again a couple of moments ago. Neither of you is counting how many times you already came as he fucked you. You whimper again, biting your lip and scratching his skin with your nails.

“Yeah, you there again,” he chuckles with that raspy voice. Immediately, his hands take you by the back of your knees, accomodating you on his lap. You yelp and stop for a second, letting him guide you again. Logan doesn’t give you a moment to get adjusted to new angle, instead thrusting up and fucking you so good that he knows the whole place is now aware of what is happening inside your room.

“I love how you feel around me,” he bites the shell of your ear as you arch your back, head on his shoulder, feeling a sweet release hitting you. “So fucking warm and wet, always ready for me…”

His voice does things on you and finally, your legs start shaking, pussy throbbing around his still hard cock.

“Shit-shit-oh!”

You try to close your thighs together but he does such a great job on keeping you spread for him, your hands are on his wrists trying to keep him away, but as much as you are a mutant yourself, Logan is too fucking strong even for you. You feel that familiar sting on your belly, crying out loud due to the overstimulation. The sensation is everywhere, taking upon your senses.

“Fucking come around me, baby,” Logan hisses, hips stuttering before finally spilling inside you with a low grunt, filling you up to the brim. His thrusts slow down, just enough to make sure you take his hot seed inside your cunt.

And then, in the aftermath, he leans against your cheek, placing soft kisses and mumbling against your ear as you take it all.“Yeah, that’s it… Such a good girl…”

“That was so good,” you mumble, angling your face so you finally kiss him, slow and wet, until he softens inside you. The feeling of his beard burns your skin deliciously every time you kiss. “Tired already?” you tease with a smirk once your lips are apart.

But he is thrusting into you softly again. You moan but smile back at him.

“Y’know I never grow tired of you, I might have to show you again, sweetheart.”

You clench around him, teasingly.

“With pleasure.”

Your heartrate was accelerated, lust flooding your senses. Logan crawled on top of you, sloppy kisses trailing down your neck.

"Missed you," he groaned, "all of you." You moaned at his actions, him knowing just where to nip and suck at your neck. He smiled at your reaction. "You miss me too?"

"Fuck yes," you said, throwing your head back as he peppered bites and kisses down your torso, taking his time at your breasts. He grabbed one in his hand, squeezing it almost hard enough to hurt. The other was held in his mouth, switching between licking at your nipple and sucking your breast in a way you knew would leave marks in the morning. He loved to leave a mark on you, he tended to be possessive like that. Even if these marks would be for his eyes only.

"Missed you so much," he said again, trailing lower yet. While your usual pattern would be for him to take his time, kissing up your thighs and letting his tongue ghost your folds before pushing in, there was no pattern tonight. As soon as his mouth attached to your cunt, his tongue moved feverishly in a way that forced you to moan his name.

"Logan!" You screamed. It only urged him further. He lapped at your juices, already covering his beard as it tickled you in the best way. You wrapped your legs around him, but unlike usual, strong hands found your thighs and forced your legs back open wider.

"Let me see you, Baby." He whined. You never saw Logan this needy, this desperate as he continued to shove his face ever closer as he ate at you. Tongue thrusting in and out before going back to circle your clit, and back in again. "Missed this fucking pussy."

Your hands traveled to his hair, tugging as you tangle your fingers in his locks. Your efforts are rewarded by a strangled moan, and you do it again tugging slightly harder. Logan's moan sent vibrations through your pussy, making you return with a moan of your own.

"Want to feel you cum for me baby," he murmured against your slick, not taking even a moment to pull away from you. "Want you to cum all over my tongue, cum on my fucking face."

It wasn't his words that put you over the edge, but rather the desperation in his tone. The way he whined, pleading with you to cum for him made you do just that.

You came hard, squeezing your thighs together best you could with his hands holding them. He growled as you came, catching every drop with his tongue. You felt his large hands squeeze your thighs, as if trying to pull himself even closer to you as he growl reverberated through the lips of your pussy. You pulled at his tufts again, but his face stayed firmly planted. He may enjoy your actions, but you can't pull him away that easy.

As you came down from your orgasm, Logan pulled away just long enough to look at you with a smile and dangerous glint in his eye. His hands reached for your nipples, playing with them gently as he held eye contact, tongue slowly running up through your folds and back down again.

"Got another in you?"

You whimpered in response, but he didn't stop his movements. He played with you slowly, savoring every taste of your sweet pussy.

Logan loves to smother you.

His earnestness and desire to swallow you whole doesn’t get more apparent besides when he’s on top of you, grinding against your bare cunt despite his cock straining against his jeans. And he’ll leave it that way, at least for tonight.

He sucks harmless kisses against your neck and jaw as if your skin will disappear any second, afraid to lose the sex-filled scent that’s keeping him glued on top you. You squirm relentlessly from the sensitivity and intensity of it all, but it just makes him more determined to overwhelm you and feel how much wetter you’re getting against him.

He licks over the taught tendons in your neck before biting an angry mark into the supple skin adjacent, making you claw harder at his shoulders (the grey wife-pleaser already making it easy).

Each lick, kiss, and mark earns you a swift thrust against your exposed pussy, the rough denim brushing against your sore clit that’s already been teased and tortured by his experienced fingers. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last.

His scruff pricks the sensitive skin over your neck and shoulders as he ventures along your body eagerly, hands kneading your hips in sharp, desperate squeezes to anchor himself and rut his cock harder over you.

He’ll offer the deepest kisses to your lips when he hears you getting louder, timing his thrusts to rock against you when he reclaims your lips each time, making sure your pleading sounds are silenced.

The soft scrape of teeth against your bottom lip has your pussy clenching around nothing as he tugs just far enough away to open your mouth and seamlessly slip his tongue down over yours, locking your lips back together in a kiss that makes you both dizzy. A soft groan catches in his throat.

He moves back down your jaw, nuzzling the curve while placing wet kisses over your pulse, enjoying how fast it’s gotten from a couple bites and slick kisses.

“I could get off just by doing this,” he sighs, slotting your lips together again in a messy, tongue-filled kiss. “You smell and taste too fucking good to stop,” he whispers against your lips. “Every fucking time.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you reason, sliding your hands up into his hair. The perfect cat-like points breaking apart as you gently pull at the roots.

He drops his head back to your shoulder, consumed by bliss, sinking his teeth into the skin right between your neck and collarbone. A tremor works its way through you as you feel a new wave of heat roll through your cunt while he sucks deeper and deeper at the spot with a groan.

“God, Logan, please don’t break the skin,” you pant as your thighs clench around his hips, pulling him closer. “It will take at least two weeks to heal.”

You feel him chuckle against you before he pulls off with a lewd sound, panting just as heavy as you. Your neck, shoulders, and chest are raw with hickeys and teeth marks; the skin tender to the touch and red-hot when he finally pulls away for more than a few seconds.

“I remember it being ten days,” he smirks, offering a final gentle kiss to your puffy lips, accepting the white flag you’re waving.

You’ve been marked. Claimed.

You give your eyes a roll. “Satisfied?” you hold back a smile.

He pushes his hips up into yours again, cock still very much hard and now newly soaked through his jeans from your arousal. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that one, sweetheart,” he says with a small, breathy laugh.

A hand releases it’s death-grip on your right thigh, trailing up your chest to lock itself tight under your jaw, holding you there for him as he consumes you with rough kisses that have your core aching. All tongue and teeth and he just keeps you there. All for him to devour.

Breeding/bare- Sure, Logan’s a man. He’s obviously going to prefer no condom. It just feels better for both parties! But Logan is a possessive man, and a territorial beast. It’s only natural for him to mark you in the most primal way he can! But in the case you are able to get pregnant… that’s actually terrifying. Logan is terrified of actually having kids… (which isn’t to say he doesn’t want them… but there are a lot of other problems involved with that 😅) But at his core, Logan is an animal. More so than a “normal” human. It’s literally just another part of his predator instinct. It doesn’t matter if it’s a rough fucking or making love, once he gets into it, you’ll have to remind him several times to pull out (assuming you remember yourself 😩). It also doesn’t help that he can literally smell when you’re ovulating 😳 he gets… pretty ornery— if he even can be more ornery than normal! He’s possessive and horny and really struggling to care despite the risk and his fears 😮‍💨 And with his nose buried in your neck the whole time, not very subtle as he breathes in your scent and damn near panting, it’s really all he can think about 🥴

Collaring- It probably took a lot of practice and maybe a little bit of taming, but Logan is very fond of collar time :3 I have a lot to say about this one, so there’s actually hcs right here! And maybe I just couldn’t think of another kink ;)

Play-fighting/Rough play- Obviously, the constraints of this kink will heavily depend on you 😅 But anything from a quick wrestle to digging your nails into his throat to—if you rile him up enough in the right situation—straight-up stabbing him is on the turn-on list 🤠 You could push him back on the bed a little too confidently, and you’ll activate that fighter instinct... and Logan is actually just pretty playful 🥹 He’s far too strong for you to actually push around very much, but he still likes to have you fight back ;) Don’t worry! Even when he puts you in a headlock between his big ol biceps, he’s still gentle! But fight back!!!!! Even if you know you won’t win!!! Bite his arm, kick him, something!!!!! Maybe having you struggle in his grasp turns him on (prey drive???), but actually having you fight back gets him rock-hard 😩 Training in the Danger Room? The others definitely give you both a hard time at every session now after a spar turned a little more hands-on one time… it was one time 😒 Back in the bedroom, he can enjoy some general rough play as well. Maybe it’s the healing factor, maybe he’s become quite the masochist after a century or two of living, but don’t be afraid to claw down his back and bite as hard as you need into his shoulder! Choke him while he’s collared, or when you’re feeling pretty confident while he’s letting you top for once! Unfortunately, he won’t have anything to show for all your hard work :( but he enjoyed it!

Grinding/dry humping- Logan is a man of action! And an impatient one at that when he’s gotten riled up. It probably took a while to get him into the groove of non-penetrative sex! Besides, sometimes that’s your only option 😅 But Logan is definitely a true believer now 😈 Wake him up by grinding bare on his tummy, or invade his little stress relief hideaway where he’s smoking and/or drinking to hump his thigh 😘 Watch him roll his head back and close his eyes with a sighed grunt of satisfaction. He doesn’t need to watch. Much more into the feeling, your smell, pawing at your thigh/ass… When it comes to full-on dry humping, the man probably swears more and gets more choked up than during penetrative sex 🥴 And for once, he prefers to be bottom while you ground your hips into his. He has to admit, there’s something about the friction of his jeans and the fact you’re both still fully clothed that’s surprisingly way more hot… or perhaps you’re even both still in uniform! Sometimes the adrenaline rush after training just can’t wait 😘