#boxer logan be my boyfriend challenge

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…i have an idea that im unsure on whether or not i can write it myself & i’m OBSESSED with how well you always characterize logan so hear me out

i’m always thinking about the boxing scene in origins, so perhaps some boxer!logan where he’s teaching his girlfriend self defense in the gym after hours? you can make it as steamy or fluffy as you want!

i’ve just been dying to submit a request because i’m a fan of your work <3

AHH, thank you so much. I love your account so much! I have been wanting to write about Boxer Logan for some time so this request is literally perfect.

boxer!logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, fighting, teasing, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, soft logan, established relationship

"Alright, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the empty gym walls. He stood in front of you, hands casually raised. The white tank top he wore clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and the sheen of it caught in the flickering overhead lights. He rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing in a way that seemed entirely unfair. "You gotta learn how to defend yourself."

You fiddled with the straps of the red gloves he’d given you, tugging at them. "I know, Logan," you said, arching a brow, "but do we really need to do this? I mean, c’mon—what’s the point? I don’t want to hurt you."

He laughed, the sound warm and deep. "Hurt me? Darlin’, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried." He tilted his head at you. "But you’re welcome to give it a shot."

You narrowed your eyes, torn between amusement and the urge to wipe that smug look off his face. He looked too at ease, standing there with his hands up and that teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, fine," you huffed, stepping forward. "But don’t come crying to me if I accidentally break that pretty nose of yours."

"Pretty?" He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you muttered under your breath.

Logan spread his feet into a fighting stance, nodding toward you. "C’mon, then. First lesson—don’t telegraph. You gotta keep me guessing." He raised a hand to gesture toward your shoulder. "See, you’re tense here. Makes it obvious what you’re about to do. Relax."

"Relax? That’s easy for you to say," you shot back, shaking out your arms. "You don’t have to punch you."

"Exactly," he said with a wink. "Now focus. Don’t think. Just swing."

Taking a deep breath, you stepped in and threw a jab toward his chest—not too hard, but enough to show you meant business. Logan dodged it effortlessly, leaning to the side as though it were a breeze that brushed past him. He gave you an almost pitying look, clicking his tongue.

"Sloppy," he teased, circling you like a predator playing with its prey. "That all you got, sweetheart? I thought you said you didn’t wanna hurt me."

You glared at him, your cheeks heating. "Oh, I will hurt you, Logan," you shot back, a spark of determination lighting in your chest. "Just wait."

He chuckled, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. "That’s more like it. Now stop aiming for where I am—aim for where I’m gonna be."

You gritted your teeth, eyes narrowing as you watched him move. He was testing you, but there was something about the glint in his eye—like he was enjoying this, not just the sparring, but you. You tried to read him, to guess his next step, and when he shifted ever so slightly, you swung again, this time aiming lower.

To your surprise, he stepped right into it, catching your gloved hand in his palm with a sharp smack. His grip was firm but careful, and he grinned down at you, clearly pleased. "Not bad," he said, his voice softening. "You’re getting there."

You groaned, tugging your hand back. "You let me get that one."

"Maybe," he said with a shrug, the cocky edge returning. "But you still gotta work on your follow-through. What if I wasn’t nice enough to stop it, huh?"

"Nice? You’re about as nice as a brick wall," you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding—not from exertion, but from the way he was looking at you.

Logan’s grin softened into something almost fond. "You’ve got more fight in you than you think," he said, reaching out to gently adjust your stance. His hands lingered on your shoulders for just a second before he stepped back. "Now, one more time. And this time, I want you to mean it."

You nodded, steeling yourself. He was still smirking, but there was something else there too—a flicker of pride, maybe, or just the satisfaction of seeing you rise to the challenge. Whatever it was, you weren’t about to let him down.

You shifted your weight, fixing your gaze on his chest as if it were a target. Then, without warning, you lunged forward, throwing your whole body into the punch. He moved to dodge, but this time you were ready—you adjusted mid-swing, your fist just grazing his ribs. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him blink, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

"Well, look at that," Logan said, stepping back and rubbing his side with exaggerated drama. "You almost got me."

"Almost?" you said, crossing your arms. "Pretty sure I felt that connect." 

"Sure, sure," he said, smirking as he leaned closer, his voice dropping. "Next time, maybe try a little harder. You might even make me flinch."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Whatever, let’s just go again.” You stepped back, shaking out your hands like a boxer psyching themselves up.

Logan smirked, circling you slowly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. His confidence was infuriating—like he was untouchable, always one step ahead. But as he moved, you caught his focus was on your gloves, like he thought that was all you had to work with.

Big mistake.

You let your shoulders drop, exhaling slowly as if you were done. "Alright, you win," you said, feigning defeat. "You’re too good, Logan. I give up."

He tilted his head, one brow quirking in suspicion, but the grin never left his face. "Oh, c’mon now, don’t quit on me, sweetheart. Where’s that fire I saw a minute ago?"

"It’s gone," you sighed dramatically, letting your gloves hang at your sides. Then, as he paused in his pacing, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. Logan’s smirk faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he sensed something coming.

Instead of throwing a punch, you leaned in and kissed him.

For a split second, Logan froze. His lips were warm and slightly parted, caught completely off guard by the sudden move. You felt his breath hitch against your mouth, and then—just as he started to kiss you back—you shifted your weight and swept your foot behind his ankle, knocking him clean off balance.

“Whoa—!” Logan grunted as he hit the mat with a thud, his broad shoulders absorbing most of the impact. He blinked up at you in shock, sprawled out flat on his back.

You straightened, grinning down at him as you tugged your gloves off one by one and tossed them aside. “Gotcha,” you said, hands on your hips.

He stared up at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was more surprised or impressed. Then, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face, and he let out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip. "Well, I’ll be damned. That was sneaky."

You crouched down beside him, trying to look innocent. “What’s the matter, big guy? Can’t handle a little creative thinking?”

“Creative thinking, huh?” Logan propped himself up on his elbows, his grin turning wolfish. “I don’t think that counts when you cheat.”

You gasped, feigning offense. “Cheat? Cheat? I think you’re just mad I finally got the drop on you.”

“Oh, is that what you think?” he drawled, his tone playful but laced with a hint of a challenge. Before you could blink, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward. You let out a startled laugh as you tumbled down onto the mat, landing half on top of him.

“Logan!” you protested, trying to pull back, but his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. He was grinning up at you now, his eyes bright with amusement that made your breath catch.

“You’re gettin’ cocky, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But I gotta admit, that was a hell of a move.”

You smirked, leaning in just enough to meet his gaze head-on. “Guess you’re not as quick as you thought you were, huh?”

“Careful,” he murmured, his fingers brushing along your side. “You keep talkin’ like that, and I might have to teach you another lesson.”

“Oh yeah?” you shot back, your voice dropping to match his. “And what’s that?”

Instead of answering, Logan pulled you down the rest of the way and kissed you, slow and deliberate. His lips were warm and firm, and he kissed like he fought—with total confidence and just a hint of something wild beneath the surface. The world narrowed to just the two of you: the heat of his body against yours, the rough scrape of his stubble, the way his hand slid up your back like he didn’t want to let you go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was a low, satisfied rumble. “Lesson one,” he said, his smirk returning. “Never let your guard down.”

[olliedollie1204]

TSUS Day 3- DLAMP

Janus and his boyfriends play I Spy.

Word Count: 433 words

Other tags: Brief NSFW references.

Written for the Sanders Sides Unpopular Ships Challenge by @emy-loves-you

(AO3 Link) (also i literally just realized today is Janus’ birthday and i’m so happy i had something to post that featured him lmao)

“I spy…” Janus murmured into the darkness of their bedroom, “something pink.”

“Patton’s jacket,” Virgil said immediately. Janus’ eyes shifted to where Patton’s hoodie was laid over the back of their desk chair.

“No,” he answered. “Try again.”

“Virgil’s hair,” Logan supplied. He was spooning Virgil from behind, running his fingers through the other man’s shaggy hair over and over again, so his answer made sense.

Still, Janus shook his head. “Nope.”

He could feel Patton’s stubble rub against his bare shoulder as he quirked his head. “Roman’s boxers?”

From the middle of the cuddle pile, Roman snorted, his voice muffled into the mattress as he replied, “Not wearing those anymore.”

Virgil hummed with interest. “Oh yeah. Is it the marks on Roman’s ass?”

Roman whipped his head up to glare at Virgil. “Is it the hickeys on Vee’s thighs?” 

“You’re getting colder,” Janus interrupted in a sing-song voice. Patton pressed a kiss behind his ear and nuzzled into his neck.

“We’re not going to get it, Janny, do you just wanna tell—”

“The book on the end of the second shelf,” Logan replied triumphantly. Janus hummed, reaching over to squeeze Logan’s hand.

“Not even close, my love,” he said earnestly, huffing a laugh as Logan’s face turned petulant.

“Not possible,” he insisted. “There’s nothing else visibly pink in this room.”

“He’s lying,” Roman added, his face shoved back into the mattress. “Jan always cheats.”

“I’m not lying,” Janus replied, “nor cheating.”

“Then what’s the answer, wise guy?” Virgil asked.

Janus rolled his eyes at the faux-tough tone of voice.

“It’s the sky, you buffoons,” he responded, voice heavy with exasperation and love.

The room went silent.

“Where…?” Patton started. Janus turned and grabbed Patton’s chin with a gentle hand, turning his face toward the window. “See?” he murmured. “Through the curtains, and past the trees…”

Sure enough, from Janus’ position propped up against the pillows, he had the perfect view of the morning sky as it had shifted from black to blue to the softest shade of pink.

Janus let go of Patton’s chin, but his hand was swiftly grabbed again as Patton continued to watch the sky. 

“It’s pretty,” he murmured. Janus heard the bed creak behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to find the other three all staring as the sun made its way over the horizon.

“Enchanting,” Roman breathed.

“I have… nothing bad to say about this,” Virgil agreed, leaning down to nuzzle against Roman’s hair.

It was silent for a long moment. Then Logan sighed heavily.

“We really need to stop staying up all night long.”

[awww-brain-no]

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ honestly, I read this and my mind immediately went to logan's ass shot in dofp, so...Wolverine, but idk who said it to him..

You wanted 1500 words right? Because that’s what you get. 

You also want some visual help, right? Because here we go!

With a stretch and a scratch, Darcy threw the covers off and fumbled out of bed. She still hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep, but figured six hours would be good enough when Jane had already texted her five times. However, before she bothered to reply, there were things that needed to be taken care of first. Namely: coffee.

But two steps out of her room she caught sight of what was on the sofa and froze. It was more of a who than a what. And that brief glimpse hadn’t kept her from taking in all of the muscle that overlapped muscle over the thighs, ass, and back of the man currently lying face-down in the cushions. The thighs, ass, and back belonging to one hero she’d been very invested in seeing up close and very personal, and still was invested in examining, even if he was snoring slightly and her brain wasn’t computing what to do next.

“Uh...” While it wasn’t the most eloquent, it didn’t seem to matter as there was no response from the couch. “Logan?”

This time there was a grunt.

Not sure what she was scared of, but hesitant nonetheless, she picked up one of the throw pillows that was inexplicably ten feet away from where it should be and chucked it, hitting his fantastically sculpted ass when she had aimed for his head. “Logan!”

His head popped up with another grunt. “Huh? Where am I?”

The early morning gravelly voice was just not fair considering the current situation and her inability to process anything beyond “GORGEOUS MAN YOU REFUSE TO ADMIT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR BUT WANT TO RAVISH IS NAKED IN FRONT OF YOU”.

“Darcy?” His head swiveled around, and while his bleary smile once he found her was adorable, his immediate roll and flop onto the floor brought a whole bunch of other things into view that had Darcy clapping her hand over her eyes.

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.”

While they had definitely been working their way towards seeing one another naked, this wasn’t exactly the situation she’d been hoping for. And while the fact she was wearing any clothes at all meant she certainly had the advantage at the moment, the muscles added with nudity proved a dangerous combination. Especially since it was still far too early for her synapses to handle the flood of hormones that were trying to hijack what little brain function she had left. She heard movement, but when she peeked, Logan was only sitting where he’d landed, still without a stitch of clothing on his glorious frame.

“What happened?”

Her eyes were once again firmly shut, fingers held tight over them as a second protection against any temptation to look. It was odd, but definitely not the weirdest or awkwardest interaction she’d had since moving into the Tower. “I’m assuming it’s something to do with the Asgardian mead that came out last night as I was leaving. But, you definitely need underwear before we have this conversation.”

“Why’s that, sweetheart? You know I fully support if you wanna ogle.”

Darcy couldn’t help a smile remembering how he’d given her carte blanche viewing rights that one day he’d been sparring with Steve. It had definitely been a turning point in how he featured in her dreams and the tone of their flirting, but that wasn’t the point at that moment. Or maybe it kind of was? Seemed like in order to avoid assaulting him those feelings decided it was time to come out front and center and demand attention. Attention she should probably give since she was the official Avengers/X-Men liaison and things could get might awkward otherwise. Fabulous. “You need clothes on because I just decided that not only are we going to discuss how you got to be naked in my apartment at way too early o’clock on a Sunday, but also why you’re naked in my apartment at way too early o’clock on a Sunday.”

He didn’t say anything at first and she could hear the telltale sound of him scratching one of his sideburns. “I dunno ‘bout that. I‘m rather comfortable.”

She sighed. “Please. We should talk and I’m really not gonna be able to concentrate if I just want to jump your bones.”

Logan chuckled. “I guess when you ask me so sweetly.” There was a rustle of fabric and pillows as he was searching for his clothes, but it wasn’t long before she heard a zipper and a belt and he grunted in satisfaction. “Right, I’m decent.”

She snorted and lowered her hand, opening her eyes slowly. “You were never decent.” He still didn’t have a shirt, but was now at least wearing jeans that had a dark stain down the front. “But I guess the important bits are covered.”

His lips ticked up in a smirk as he sank back down to lounge on the couch, languidly taking in her tousled hair, sleep tank, and comfortable but worse-for-wear boxers she’d stolen from a college boyfriend. “You mean the fun bits.”

With a snort, she picked her way around his boots, socks, and shirt that were spread across her floor. She decided against coffee, figuring that since her thoughts were finally coming in a rational order that the shot of adrenaline her system had just endured would suffice. So she sat cross-legged on the couch, close enough her knee rested against his thigh, but far enough she could clutch a pillow to her chest to get through this conversation. Focused communication before a relationship had never been her strong suit, but there was always time to try something new. And she’d never been one to run from a challenge. Even when that challenge was all of shirtless, sleep-bedraggled Logan smiling at her.

“So,” she paused clearing her throat, “you wanna tell me what happened after I left you guys last night? And don’t forget to explain why you’ve got bloodstains down your jeans before I worry too much about my life choices that I recognize that it’s bloodstains.”

He reached up to rub the back of his neck before answering. “Uh, I’m a little hazy on the details but I seem to recall an unplanned spar with Steve and Thor. Since all of us heal pretty quick, I’m assuming whatever this is from wasn’t too big a deal,” he said gesturing to the dried blood.

Darcy nodded. If it had been worse, someone would have woken her. But that didn’t explain how he ended up on her couch in such a compromising fashion. “And?” she prompted, hoping he’d make this easier.

Logan shrugged. “I probably wound up here because I wanted to see you.”

He’d never shied away from paying compliments, some more outlandish than others, but in the quiet of the morning with just the two of them, this one felt more direct and important than the others. “How do you figure that?”

“Because I always want to see you.”

She tucked her chin towards the pillow she held to hide her dopey smile. “Good answer. But it still doesn’t fully explain the nakedness. Were you showing up with lecherous intent?”

He chuckled, resting a hand casually on her knee. “I probably figured showing up to surprise a girl while covered in blood doesn’t exactly spell romance.”

“And butt naked does?”

His fingers began to trace soft circles on her skin.“In my experience, yeah.”

“But you wanted to spell romance as you say?”

The pressure from his stroking increased as he leaned closer. “Isn’t that what we’ve been working towards?”

She hummed, nearly closing her eyes to focus on the sensation of his fingertips before her brain caught up. Jane had probably texted her at least another two times during their conversation and would no doubt be at the door in another ten minutes if she didn’t answer. “Right,” she said firmly, shoving the pillow into his lap as she clambered off the couch made her way back to her room.

“What? Where you going?”

His surprised tone made her catch herself on the doorjamb, swinging her upper body back into the living room to smile at the worried expression on his face. “I’m gonna go tell Janey I’m taking the day off before jumping in the shower. You’re going to go steal some clothes from Steve.”

“Why?” His eyebrows drew together, and she let him sit for his worry that he’d done something wrong for a couple seconds before she replied. Teasing him was always half the fun.

“Because you’re taking me out for breakfast.” She bit her lip, party just to enjoy watching his eyes track the movement. “And then I might just help you out of those clothes.”

Logan’s grin was quick. “Told you naked was better than bloody.”