Since Your Wrote For Mommy Garlic Would You Also Write Something Fluffy For Daddy Sharp? I Wouldnt Say

Since your wrote for Mommy Garlic would you also write something fluffy for Daddy Sharp? I wouldn‘t say no to also some spicy headcanons if you catch my drift

Professor Sharp

Being in a relationship with Professor Sharp was someimes really difficult. He does not like sharing his privacy and thus you but since you both worked in Hogwarts where not a lot of privacy was giving, it made it really strenuous.

But in the end, he was a man and he fell for you. It was really difficult for him to behave when you walked around in a rather scandalous skirt or in thight trousers. He will look at your ass and you know it.

Still, PDA is not his. Sometimes, when you walk quietly together to your rooms, he will graze your fingers against yours, lightly curling his pinky against yours.

When you two meet each others in the halls or at dinner a small bumping with shoulders can happen or when your legs are hidden, he will gently place his hand on your knee.

And sometimes he feels naughty, running his hand up to your middle, stroking your inner thigh, grinning his small smile while you tense under his touch, pressing your legs together.

Professor Sharp doesn't like to take risks or exposing your relationship but once you teased him the whole day with tight clothes and provocative poses, running your fingers against his chest and 'accidentaly' stumbling so you can lean against his chest while gazing up to him with your big eyes.

And then, once every student was in their dorms, he pulled you against a classroom door while you two were patrolling, kissing you with passion and running his fingers under your clothes. And when you finally had enough, wanting to get more, he parts from you and grins cheekily. "I will go to sleep now, I have classes early tomorrow."

Day 5 - Sharpuary (Dungeon)

18+ only!

This fic will always be known as 'The crossover you didn't know you needed'...

TW - Smut, explicit language

It was a quiet Friday evening in The Three Broomsticks with only a few people inhabiting the pub. The majority of students were spending their free time studying for their upcoming O.W.L.s so your recent shifts had thankfully been a lot easier and much, much quieter. 

Sirona joined you behind the bar, after taking her break, slapping a thick book atop it with wild eyes. “Muggles are freaks,” she whispered.

“What?” You replied swiftly, bursting into laughter. 

Sirona slid the book over to you. “My muggle friend lent me this, and said it’d change my life.”

“Fifty shades of grey?” You read out loud.

“Pure filth.” Sirona giggled. “Take a look.”

You leaned your back against the bar, flicking the book open to a random page, clearing your throat as you began to read aloud. "He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs.” 

You look up into Sirona's eyes and begin to chuckle. “This is just porn Sirona.”

“It’s literature!” She corrects you, hitting you playfully with a rag. 

You look back down at the book, scanning ahead slightly before reading aloud once more. “He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. He pushes inside me harder and harder still.” 

“I hope he took you out for dinner first.” A gruff voice called out from behind you.

You threw the book back at Sirona in embarrassment as you spun around to see Aesop’s smug face chuckling at you as he perched himself on the bar stool in front of you.

“It’s Sirona's book, not mine!” You pleaded whilst your face turned a bright shade of red. 

The two of them fell about laughing as you timidly started to pour Aesop a pint of his favourite ale with your head hung low. Aesop was one of your regulars, he’d often sit at the bar to keep you company on a Friday and Saturday night. He was a big flirt but completely harmless and rather handsome, so you definitely didn't mind.

“Go on then Sirona, pass it here,” Aesop said through a thick exhale. 

Sirona slid the book to him, raising her eyebrow at you curiously. He took one look at the cover before turning just as red as you did, realising what book you were reading from.

“What’s the matter Sharp? Can’t even make it past the front cover?” You teased him.

He grinned to himself before pushing the book back to Sirona. “I’ve actually already read it.” 

You glared at Sirona who matched your look of surprise. “Bullshit” Sirona spat at him with a wide smile. 

Aesop awkwardly scratched the back of his head and took a big swig of his beer. “Yeah… I confiscated it from a student a few years back and curiosity got the better of me.” He scoffed before admitting “I read it in one sitting.”

Both you and Sirona fell about laughing. “You’re kidding right!?”

“Grey just felt relatable to me, what can I say?” he replied, giving you a flirtatious wink. 

Sirona rolled her eyes. “That’s my cue to leave.” She walked from behind the bar leaving you and Aesop alone as she made her way around the pub, talking to the few customers it had. 

“How has your day been anyway Aesop?” You asked him whilst starting to wipe the bar down.

He took another sip of his beer before answering you. “Ah you know, same old, it’s thankfully quiet and uneventful in my dungeon.”

“Your dungeon?” You inquire curiously, leaning towards him across the bar. 

Aesop chuckles a little embarrassed. “Nothing like the dungeon in that book.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You smile at him flirtatiously.

Aesop matches your smile and places his hand over yours, stroking his thumb gently across your knuckles. “That doesn’t mean you can't have any fun down there.” 

His touch ignited something lying dormant inside of you, changing your entire persona. His eyes were hungry, but you were practically starved, screaming silently for him to fuck you right there on the bar.

“I think I’d like to see this dungeon,” you confess in a rush of confidence. 

“When does your shift end?” 

After helping Sirona close the pub and without telling her a word, you sneak down to the Hogsmeade entrance to meet Aesop, successfully avoiding her motherly lecture. When Aesop first started showing an interest in you, Sirona pulled you aside to warn you about him. She explained how the students were terrified of him because of his stern and gruff persona, but the more you got to know him, the more you realised it was all a facade to intimidate weaker souls. Sure he was strict and dismissive at times, but he was also witty and charming… and so, so handsome. 

The walk down to Hogwarts felt oddly intimate. He wrapped his scarf around you, submerging you in his musky scent and walked close enough to you that your hands constantly brushed against each other. He shared more about himself and his job at Hogwarts and made sure to ask you questions about your life. It was the best date you’d ever had… and it wasn’t even a date.

Aesop ushered you through the castle, being careful not to be seen by any stray students or lurking professors. Since it was so late, the castle corridors were thankfully almost completely empty. Soon enough, he brought you into a large classroom filled with cauldrons and workstations, taking your coat and removing his scarf from your neck, hanging them up alongside his own.

“Welcome to my dungeon,” he announced, shutting the door behind you.

You took a few steps into the room, stopping at a workstation to look around and take in your new surroundings. You suddenly felt a gentle presence behind you as Aesop pressed his chest against your back. He softly moved your hair to one side, before placing his large hands on your hips. His mouth then found its way to your exposed neck, leaving sensual kisses from your collarbone up to your ear. 

“Like I said, there’s plenty of fun to be had here,” he whispered to you. 

You quickly spin around, leaning your back against the workstation as Aesop moves his hands to either side of you, effectively trapping you in front of him. You practically fuck the man with your eyes as you stroke your fingers up his arms, and let them finally rest around the back of his neck. 

“I’ve been thinking about kissing those lips from the moment I met you.” You admit to him.

He smirks, enjoying the newfound effect he has on you. “Well then, I better not keep you waiting any longer.”

Without hesitation, Aesop leans in and plants a quick, gentle kiss on your unexpecting lips, teasing you to no end. His coarse hand firmly grasps the side of your face before he pulls away to reveal an enormous grin plastered across his face. You feel his long thumb run softly against your cheek and practically watch a fire ignite in his eyes as he leans back in to kiss you with an even deeper desire. 

Your fragile skin is attacked by his sharp stubble as he moves in closer, further immersing himself in the steamy exchange. His free hand finds its way to your rear, giving it a firm squeeze and encouraging a gentle moan to escape your lips. You feel him smile as he presses his lips harder against yours. 

Soon enough, he pulls away to allow you a breath but rests his forehead against yours. For a brief moment, he closes his eyes and you see him savour the moment for himself. It was obvious that the poor man was touch-starved and this simple makeout session was enough to move him. His eyes softly opened and locked with yours as both of your arms remained wrapped around each other. 

“...I don’t want to do this here,” he hesitated, “not like this.”

You offered him a kind smile, understanding his decision. “Ok,” you replied matter-of-factly. “I’m free next weekend, I think you should buy me dinner.”

Aesop chuckled. “I’d like that very much.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448181/chapters/135539740

THE suit // logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader

Summary: Now that you are officially part of the x-men team you need a suit. After the help from Hank and Charles to make the suit you kept the final result as a secret to Logan until he saw you in your first mission in THE suit. More than one time you needed more than one suit, not just because Logan will rip off a lot of them, but for other reasons. 

Warnings: Jealous Logan and being a little bit of a brat, Hank and Charles cameo, insecurity towards your body and powers, use of your powers (ecokinesis), Logan being the best protective and comforting boyfriend, mentions of smut, suggestive language, mentions of pregnancy.

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: So thanks for the anon for the request!! Once again, a reminder that english is not my first language. I put angst, fluff and mentions of smut so I hope you like this. Also, reminder that this is a safe place for all body sizes so that's why I don’t mention specifics measurements for the suit. ALSO, you can read this with my previous Logan fic TRAINING SEASON, this is them days after you are officially an x-men. Enjoy, love y’all!! <3. 

italics = past. 

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“Hold on, wait. Hank is going to do your suit?” Logan stopped the conversation. You two at the cafeteria grabbing a late night snack. You took the pause to give a bite to your apple. 

“What about it? The Professor told me Hank did all of them” you answered him without any worry in your mind and didn't  understand why he had that frowning look on his face.

”I think Storm should be in charge since your powers are related to nature too”. Logan suggested, trying not to be an asshole. You understand where this was going when he sighed. 

“But Lo, the Professor designed the suits, Hank is just going to sew it and for that he needs to take the correct measurements” you refreshed Logan’s mind, like if it wasn’t obvious that a suit was not going to sew it itself. 

So after that Logan just stopped insisting about it. He trusted Hank of course but something was itching his brain. If he knew you already had an appointment with Hank last week to take the first measurement and the Professor explaining to you how he designed it for you and your powers. 

“So, Y/N. If you didn’t know, Hank came up with the idea to make the suits bulletproof and for your powers we needed to incorporate more resistance to heat changes in case your whole body is on fire or ice. So we needed to play with all of the opposite and different scenarios of the element you were going to manipulate or become, please try it on”. Charles explained to you the work behind your suit. You just nodded, but the Professor can read your mind and know your excitement when you ran to change your clothes and came back with the suit on.

“So you can basically turn into stone one moment and then disappear like air, so we create something that can resist that range of changes, and also of course something to be comfortable for you”. Hank added, proud of the technology he put in the suit while you looked at yourself in the mirror. “You can try it and test what I’m talking about”. 

So you did it, always careful not to hurt them. They were so happy with the final results and you couldn’t thank them enough and can’t wait any longer to wear it. 

“See you next week, Y/N”. The Professor reminded you about the final meeting to correct some details. 

So after that late snack, you both went to bed and before your appointment with Hank, Logan just stopped by his office and greeted him with a casual smile. 

“Logan, how can I help you? Y/N is not here” Hank thought he was there to be with you once you tried on your suit. 

“Don’t worry, she’s still in bed sleeping in our room” Logan gave a cocky smile and highlighted the ‘our’. “Actually I’m here to help YOU. In case you needed help with her suit, just to let you know that I made you a list of her measurements” Logan handed him a piece of paper with the different sizes of the clothes you have. He really thought that was going to work. “You’re welcome, so you don’t have to take the measurements yourself” He smiles proud of himself. 

Hank laughed and didn’t want to ruin Logan’s intention. He just thanked him, if Logan knew the suit was ready in the lab for you to try it and make the last changes. 

“Oh! I almost forgot” Logan turned to Hank before leaving his office. “She’s the smartest person I know, don’t get offended so I’m pretty sure she’s going to give you some ideas for the suit” he made a pause imagining you giving instructions to Hank. “And her favorite color is purple” Logan finally leaves the room without letting Hank answer. Heading himself to the dining room proud of his work. 

Hours later, you went directly to the lab where Hank and the Professor told you to meet. “Okay Y/N so tell us how you feel it, if you want to change something” Hank looked at you looking in the mirror. 

It was really comfortable even when it was really tight to your body. You felt so much confidence, you saw the x mark on it, that wasn’t on the suit the last meeting you had. Also it made justice to your figure and your beautiful curves. 

“Thanks again, it fits perfectly. But Hank I just wanted to ask you if it’s possible if you could add something to the suit…” Hank is paying attention to you. “If there could be like- I don’t know- something for you guys to know which element I’m manipulating or about to, so you don’t get yourself hurt out there during a mission” you asked him nervously because they are the experts.

”Mmmhh, it’s a really good idea but the enemy can use that information too against us to advance an attack” Hank really liked the idea but they had a surprise for you. 

“So dear, we also wanted for you to try this suit too” the Professor went to reach the suit he was talking about. Hiding it inside a box that was wrapped like a gift. 

“Guys, what is this?” you were in total awe when you opened the box. They know how easily you get emotional. Tears are already forming in your eyes. 

“We wanted for you to have your own suit, something that will be just for YOU…” Hank started explaining. “All of us have something that characterizes ourselves and our powers, so someone told us your favorite color is purple and it contrasts perfectly the green that represents your powers…” Hanks kept talking because you went speechless. “I know it sounds cliché to add green for your ecokinesis, if you don’t like it we can change it” he suggested.

You just ran to hug them because it was perfect. “So for your ideas you gave us, we design this…” the Professor handed you another box, but this time smaller. You opened it so fast. “We created these gloves for the changes of elements. So you can use it in the field or on a daily basis” you tried on them immediately and it blew your mind the technology it has, how it’s connected to you to change the colors related to the element, it sparkles so that makes them AMAZING.

“The gloves are more for the missions, because with the suit you hold your powers in case you are not conscious. Also the gloves help you to give your attack a precise target. We’ll learn more about both items while training” Hank explained. 

So when you first wore the x-men suit, you were so nervous about the mission, about everything so you changed clothes in your room. Thinking if this was a good idea. Literally everyone was waiting for you to step into the plane. 

“I’m going” Storm was about to go and search for you when you stepped into the ship. “There you are! K’ let’s go” Storm yelled at Scott to go.

Logan almost fainted, his claws making an appearance without previous warning. He quickly put them back, he was so excited he couldn’t resist to stay close to you. His flirting helped you to stop your nerves. “Sugar, you look amazing…” he gave you a kiss on your check, sitting next to you on the ship. He came closer to your face, whispering “I hope they made like a hundred suits because as soon as we're back in the mansion I’m going to rip it off. God, I can’t wait” You tried to hide the redness of your face, you warned him to behave. 

“Logan, I’m pretty sure the Professor can read your mind, I don’t want to be kicked out of the missions. Or give us separated missions. Do you want me to be paired with Scott instead?” you asked him with a teasing smile. 

“I’m sorry, love. But did you see yourself in the mirror before coming?” Logan really insisted but not too much. “Don’t worry, you’re going to kick asses today and I’ll protect you till the end of times” 

Like I said before, Logan after that would take any opportunity to join you for fittings. Especially if something is different. Logan would be there next to you when you are not comfortable with your body. If you are not comfortable with your powers every time you discover something new about them. After years, he will always be there for you, sitting in front of you looking at you with awe and comforting you even when you’re were not feeling it. 

The only time you skipped a mission was when your suit was not crossing your figure. You tried on your x-men suit and your own suit they made you and it was not stretching enough. The team was on a rush so they let you stay at the mansion. 

Logan asked you when they were back about what happened and you just told him you were feeling under the weather. The Professor already knew the real reason. You distracted Logan enough for you to go to Hank's office. 

“Hi, Hank. Can I ask you something?” you stepped into the room worried. Hank welcomed you worried about your absence in the last mission. “I had a problem with the suit, actually both suits. Is it possible for the fabric to be even more stretchable?” you asked him. 

Next day, after telling Logan the truth about you expecting and how suddenly a big bump you had appeared. That time he almost fainted too. So both of you were in the lab, the Professor and Hank giving you the congratulations when Hank was taking notes of your new measurements for your suits.

“Be careful there, big boy” Logan growled at Hank when he put the measuring tape around your belly. Logan was so protective over you and now your baby. You laughed at him telling not to worry, Logan looking at you with charming eyes while you rub your belly looking at yourself in the mirror. So this was really happening, starting a family.

Hank explained to you your new suits, which were going to be more comfortable for you considering the bump was going to grow even more. But the only thing Logan could think about is to protect you even more out there in the field. 

“Lo, look at me. I can do this” you hold his face when back in the room he told you to reject some missions that were too dangerous just to be cautious. He was scared that if you got injured really bad in your state. He was not going to stop you from going to the missions, because he knows you are one of the strongest and with a single snap you can beat your enemy but he can’t help himself from worrying. “And if I’m not feeling good or at my best to fight I’ll stay here”. you kissed him to calm him down. 

“I know, mama. You are the baddest out there. They could never beat you even if they tried” Logan kissed you back and kneeled to kiss your belly. “I wonder which powers our baby is going to inherit”. Next time Logan went to Hank’s office was to ask for a tiny x-men suit to surprise you. Hank couldn’t say no to Logan because he found a really cute gesture from him even when he had a lot of work left to do. 

Magnetic

Logan Howlett x Mutant Reader

Summary: There's only one way of satisfying your undying curiosity of finding out whether or not those fridge magnets will stick to the one and only Wolverine, who just happens to have an adamantium skeleton.

A/N: There may or may not be a continuation of this, idk yet.

It first started off as mere curiosity, the fact of knowing Logan's skeleton was enveloped by pure metal on the forefront of your brain.

Your eyes would constantly wander to the fridge that was decorated by various colorful magnets by the students, the cat and and the multicolored alphabet letters, especially catching your attention.

The growing need to know if those magnets would stick to Logan or not was just too irresistible to refuse as you snatch the grumpy cat magnet from the fridge door, examining the narrowed green eyes on the face of black feline. Yeah, it reminded you very much of the rugged mean mugging man who was all too unaware of your devious intentions.

Logan was used to your teasing antics of playing with his tufts of hair whenever you got the chance or somehow discovering all the new hiding places he hides his beer in, just to hide them elsewhere (he thinks it's your sixth sense at this point). He feels as if he's always on his toes when it comes to you, your mutation aiding you in somehow bypassing his enhanced senses, you find great joy in sneaking up on him when he least expects it.

So when you casually walk in the room that he's in with your hands behind your back with a feign, innocent look on your face, his eyes narrow suspiciously. “Oh hey Lo! Didn't expect to see you here!” The lilt in your voice and the sway of your body as you walk over only cause him to tense as he sits up straight, his eyebrow raising in question.

“You know I usually sit here,” his voice trails off as his eyes trail up and down, analyzing your body movement. “You're up to something.” You grin immediately, a laugh bubbling up as you round the table as if you're trying to corner him, and he doesn't waste time standing and quickly rounding the table from you.

“Hey, don't make me spill my beer,” He says warily, holding his beer up by the neck of the bottle. You smile deviously as you slowly trail along the side of the table, still holding the mystery item behind your back and he doesn't like how you're looking at him as he mimics your movements ready to bolt to the exit any second. “Okay, we're playing that game.”

He exhales exasperatedly as he immediately swerves and runs out the door, holding his beer securely as he hears you run after him. “Logan! Get back here!” The laugh in your voice is mischievous and he doesn't trust you as the two of you run past Jean and Ororo, they look after the both of you surprised as they never expected Logan to run away from you of all people.

“Get em, girl!” Ororo cheers as they watch you round the corner after Logan, he's trying to lose you by running in front of innocent students and taking unexpected turns and it isn't long for you to have him cornered.

“Aye, have mercy.” He says your name with defeat as he clutches his beer to his chest, he somehow managed to save it from even spilling a drop during the chase and it makes you giggle as you step forward building the anticipation before getting to him, and he only watches with a close eye as you do. Only when you're within an inch from him, your face almost intimately close to his, do you notice his adam's apple bob up and down with trepidation, his eyes fluttering slightly as he's aware of how close you are to him.

You slap the magnet onto his face.

He blinks once then twice as the magnet sticks securely on to his cheek. You gasp with unadulterated joy, a cheer pulled out of you as your curiosity has finally been fulfilled.

“It does stick! Oh, this is gonna be so fun!” His face falls as he realizes what this concurs. He's become your magnetic plaything as he remembers the millions of magnets that are currently adorned on the fridge door.

“No, don't you think about it.” He grumbles as he pulls the magnet off his cheek, the crabby cat image only intensifying his dismay for your new upcoming hobby. “Oh Wolvie, it's all I can think about.” You tease as you gently squeeze his cheek, walking away feeling rejuvenated.

Troublemakers ~ Aesop Sharp x Gaunt!Reader

Summary: Just a little story of Aesop and his best friend and childhood sweetheart going on an adventure that turns out to be more than they could take on, which ends up as one of the catalysts between them losing contact after Hogwarts… Only to end up meeting against, at the most unlikely of places, over a decade later.

“I am SO bored.” Y/N sighed dramatically, plopping on the couch next to her best friend, Aesop Sharp, a particularly brilliant half-blood that excelled in DADA and Potions especially. It was no surprise that the two would always pair up for Potions, they were a terrific duo and the teacher always praised them. “Not much room for new adventures, unfortunately.” the boy with long, chestnut hair nodded his head in agreement. “There is so much exploring to do at Hogwarts, but we’re stuck here, with no lead.” Y/N suddenly turned to her friend, grabbing him with the arms desperately. “You’re the future Auror, aren’t you? You’re supposed to smell danger and adventure! Do something!” the poor boy looked weirdly at her, putting his hand over her wrists and suspending them in mid-air. “Calm down, you little troublemaker, I’ll think of something. I  always do, don’t I?” he offered a mischievous smirk. “Now, how about you stop bothering me and you do something useful with that energy of yours - Like, for example, retrieving THAT book you promised me?” no doubt, he was referring to her having promised to sneak into the restricted section of the library to find more advanced potions and dark arts spell books. After all, how better to know how to guard yourself against the dark arts, if not by learning about them? That is an Auror’s job. “Right. I almost forgot.” the girl muttered, nodding lightly. “A’ight! What’s the time… Ah, yes, just the perfect time for a raid. I’ll see you tomorrow - At our spot.”

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JEALOUS

Description: Logan is just wee bit possessive.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: allusions to sex/smut

You would think after being alive for nearly two hundred years, that Logan would be able to communicate his feelings properly. However, that's not the case. Y/N trailed behind him in the X-Men mansion, confused as to why Logan had barely looked her way. Normally, he was just short of fucking her when he got back from long missions.

"You haven't said two words to me since you got back," She pouted as she stood in front of him. He was sitting on his bed removing his shoes.

"Yeah?" He gruffed out looking her up and down. She crossed her arms and huffed at him. The reason that the two of them worked so well together was because she could match his grumpiness and attitude. That being said most of their quarrels were solved through rough sex followed by soft apologies.

"Yeah, I counted," He barely even said hello as he walked into the mansion. He just glanced at her before reporting to Charles.

"Who's jacket is that?" He said pointing to the hoodie that was pulled around her head. It wasn't anything special, it just had the X-Men insignia.

"Scott's. He let me borrow-" In her defense, there was a thunderstorm outside when Logan got back and she had just gotten a silk press. She loved him but not that much. Plus, she figured he would sweat it out when he got back anyway. He deserved to see it in its glory at least once before fucking it up.

"You expect me to be happy to see you when you smell like another man," Logan pointed out raising one of his eyebrows and gesturing to herself.

"Oh," She said removing the hoodie and just tossing it to the floor. It wasn't like it was important to her. Plus, Logan's room was a mess anyway.

"Yeah, oh," He grumbled laying back on his bed. He could be so dramatic at times.

"You're jealous," She said, straddling his lap. The position is all too familiar to them. Her hands ran up and down his chest. He decided to continue to be petty and avoid making eye contact with her but that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her hips.

"I'm not jealous. I just don't want my woman to smell like another man," He huffed. All boiled down, Logan was a rather simple man when it came to relationships.

"I'm your woman?" She teased, leaning close to his face. She placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn, right," He smacked her ass and she giggled in response.

"You know what, give me an hour," She said getting off of his lap, completely ignoring the semi that she had given him.

"Where are you go-" He watched as she made her way to the door

"An hour!" She interrupted him before leaving his room. He just showered while muttering about how he had to choose the most complicated woman to love, not that she knew that yet.

-

She crept into his room. Well, not really crept, she tripped over five things while walking in. He snickered a little before realizing what she had done.

"Is this better?" She was in one of his flannels with panties and had showered so she didn't stink of Scott Summers. It was safe to say that Logan was on her like white on rice.

"So much better," He said placing his hands on the back of her waist and pulling her close. He smirked with a devious glint in his eye before tossing her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She asked, hitting his back.

"Still gotta remind you not to do it again," He said smacking her ass once more before tossing her onto his bed. Safe to say that she never borrowed anything of Scott's again.

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