The mission had started like any other-focused, coordinated, and with the unwavering determination that had always defined the X-Men. Logan, Scott, Jean, Storm, Beast, and you had infiltrated the villain's lair, the air thick with tension as you made your way through the shadowed corridors. The team moved with precision, each member alert to the dangers lurking around every corner. You were the youngest on the team, but you had proven your worth time and again, earning your place alongside these seasoned heroes.
But as you entered the lab, something felt off. The atmosphere was different, more oppressive, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. Bottles and test tubes filled with unknown substances lined the shelves, the contents glowing ominously under the dim light.
"Keep your eyes open," Scott ordered, his voice low but firm. "We don't know what we're dealing with here."
You nodded, stepping forward cautiously as you scanned the room. Your heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement, your instincts on high alert. You moved closer to a table in the center of the lab, curious about the glowing pink liquid swirling in one of the glass tubes.
"Careful, that doesn't look safe," Jean warned, her telepathic connection brushing against your mind.
"I'm just checking it out," you replied, reaching out a hand to examine the substance more closely. But as your fingers brushed the edge of the tube, it slipped from your grasp, shattering against the cold, concrete floor.
A thick, hot pink mist erupted from the broken glass, enveloping you in a cloud that clung to your skin like a second layer. Panic surged through you as the substance soaked into your clothes, a strange warmth spreading through your veins. You stumbled back, trying to wipe it off, but it was too late.
"Shit!" Logan cursed, rushing towards you, but the damage was done. The pink mist seemed to seep into your very being, your pulse quickening as heat pooled in your core. It was a sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt before-an overwhelming, all-consuming need that made your head spin and your heart pound.
Before anyone could react, the villain stepped out from the shadows, his laughter echoing through the lab. He was a sinister figure, his smile twisted with malice as he watched you struggle against the effects of the potion.
"Ah, I see you've found my latest creation," he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "A love potion of sorts. Quite potent, wouldn't you say?"
Your breath hitched as his words sank in, the heat in your body intensifying to an unbearable level. It was like a fever, burning you from the inside out, leaving you desperate for relief. You tried to move, to run, but your legs gave out beneath you, sending you crashing to the floor.
"Get away from her!" Logan snarled, his claws unsheathing with a menacing *SNIKT*. But before he could lunge, Scott's voice cut through the tension.
"Take him down!" Scott ordered, and the X-Men sprang into action. Logan, Scott, Jean, Storm, and Beast attacked the villain with ruthless efficiency, their combined powers overwhelming him in seconds. It was a short, brutal fight, ending with the villain groaning on the floor, his laughter silenced by the force of Logan's claws at his throat.
"Where's the antidote?" Beast demanded, his usually calm demeanor frayed by the urgency of the situation.
The villain only laughed, blood dribbling from his lips as he gasped for breath. "Antidote? Oh, there isn't one. The only way to rid her of the effects is for her to... well, you know..."
The implication of his words hung heavy in the air, the weight of it settling in your chest like a stone. Your body was trembling, the heat intensifying with every passing second, leaving you breathless and aching. The potion's effects were potent, demanding, and you were powerless to fight it.
"No..." you whispered, your voice shaky as tears welled up in your eyes. You could feel the eyes of the team on you, but you couldn't bear to look at them. Shame twisted in your gut, mingling with the unbearable need that was consuming you from the inside out.
Beast approached you cautiously, his scientific mind already working through possible solutions. "Perhaps I can help," he offered, his voice gentle but laced with concern. "If I can get a sample of the substance, I might be able to create a counteractive agent..."
Your head snapped up at the suggestion, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. But that hope was short-lived as Logan stepped forward, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. The moment your eyes met his, you knew what he was thinking.
"No," Logan growled, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes were dark with a mix of emotions-anger, protectiveness, and something else you couldn't quite place. The scent of your arousal was thick in the air, and it hit him like a freight train, making his muscles tense and his jaw clench.
You weren't together, but there had always been something between you two. A connection, a pull that neither of you had ever acted on, but that had been there nonetheless. The tension between you had always been electric, and now, in this moment, it was undeniable.
Logan turned to the others, his decision final. "I'll take care of her," he said, his voice brooking no argument. Before anyone could protest, he strode over to you, his strong arms scooping you up as if you weighed nothing.
"Logan..." you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as you pressed your face into his chest, trying to block out the world around you. The feel of his solid body against yours sent a shiver down your spine, your skin tingling with need. You clung to him, your heart pounding in your chest as he carried you out of the lab, his grip on you firm and protective.
The other X-Men watched in stunned silence as Logan carried you to the jet, his expression a mixture of grim determination and fierce protectiveness. You could feel their eyes on you, but you kept your face buried in Logan's chest, unable to face the humiliation of what was happening to you.
Inside the jet, Logan sat down with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you as if to shield you from the world. You could feel the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt, the heat of his body seeping into yours as you pressed yourself closer to him, seeking comfort in his embrace.
The minutes stretched on as the rest of the team filed onto the jet, their faces a mix of concern and uncertainty. No one said a word as the jet took off, the hum of the engines filling the tense silence. You could feel Logan's heart beating steadily beneath your ear, the sound soothing even as your own pulse raced.
When you finally arrived back at the mansion, Logan wasted no time. He ignored the worried glances and the unspoken questions from the others as he carried you straight to his private quarters. The door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
Logan set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your waist as he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. You were trembling, your body aflame with desire, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
"I'm gonna take care of you," Logan murmured, his voice rough but filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. His hands were warm and steady as they cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks. "You hear me? I'm gonna take care of you, darlin'."
A sob caught in your throat as you nodded, your hands clutching at his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. The heat was unbearable now, every nerve in your body screaming for release, but you trusted Logan. You always had. And right now, he was the only one who could help you through this.
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One Shots: Hugh Jackman/Logan Howlett x Reader
FanfictionA mix of Steamy/Fluff one-shots featuring Logan Howlett or Hugh Jackman. Updating randomly * WARNING ⚠️ MOSTLY SMUT 🍋 18+ only