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Hello!

I just read your fluff and Spicy Logan headcannons and I really enjoyed them.

I have a Logan request if you don't mind.

I wanted to know your take on Logan hanging around the homestead one quiet day and reader comes home from running errands around town and she is wearing one of his flannels and Logan just realized it.

Thank you!

Logan didn’t expect today to feel any different than usual—just a quiet, routine day working around the house, a bit of repair here, a little fix there. The afternoon sun was dipping lower, casting a warm glow over the yard, when he heard the crunch of gravel under tires. He glanced up, noticing it was your car pulling into the driveway. He felt that subtle spark he always did when he saw you coming home, but this time, something caught him off guard.

You stepped out, hands full of grocery bags, and he noticed you were wearing one of his flannels. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut—in the best way. The shirt looked loose, almost swallowing you, but it hung on you in this endearing, perfect way that made his chest ache.

You didn’t even seem to realize he was staring as you headed toward the porch. “Hey,” you greeted, balancing the bags, giving him that soft smile he couldn’t get enough of. “Managed to grab everything on the list.”

Logan walked over, still too stunned to speak, his gaze fixed on you. When he finally spoke, his voice came out a little rougher than he intended. “You—uh…that’s mine.” His hand reached out, brushing the flannel’s collar lightly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

You looked down, then back up at him with a grin. “Oh, this?” you teased. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind. I mean…you’ve got, what, ten of these?”

He chuckled, but it sounded more like a breath of disbelief than anything else. “Doesn’t matter. Looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

You looked up, catching the unusual softness in his eyes. His hand stayed at your collar, his thumb grazing your neck just enough to make you shiver. He swallowed hard, looking like he was trying to find the right words.

“Logan?” you murmured, a little surprised by how intense his gaze was.

He took a breath, searching your face with a vulnerability he rarely showed. “Just…didn’t expect it to feel like this. You in my clothes. Feels…like home.” His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a gentleness that always surprised you.

“Logan…” you whispered, a little taken aback at how deep his words ran.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his voice low and soft. “You got no idea what that does to me, darlin’. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

The words hung between you, and in that moment, Logan felt a peace settle over him he hadn’t felt in years. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close.

“Well, in that case…” you whispered back, “…I might need to borrow a few more shirts.”

He chuckled, holding you tighter. “As long as you’re here, take anything you want.”

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request for old man! Logan please: he calls the reader his good girl for the first time in bed & he sees the instant affect it has on her

Good girl🎀

Logan’s voice is a gravelly whisper as he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me.” The moment the words leave his lips, warmth floods your cheeks, striking a deep chord inside you. Growing up, you were often told you were a “fuck up,” and hearing him say this feels like a revelation.

You freeze for a moment, grappling with the unexpected swell of pride and vulnerability. It’s as if all those years of negativity are being washed away, yet doubt lingers in the back of your mind. Your heart races, but the words feel heavy, and you struggle to accept the affection he’s offering.

Logan’s eyes narrow slightly, picking up on the shift in your expression. “What is it?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. “You know you’re mine, right? My good girl.”

You swallow hard, the words tangled in your throat. You feel the familiar sting of inadequacy creeping back in, a voice in your head insisting you don’t deserve this. “I—” you stammer, the truth nearly slipping out, but it falters.

“Hey,” he urges gently, his thumb brushing along your jawline, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shake your head slightly, guilt gnawing at you. “I can’t,” you whisper, the weight of your past suffocating. “I’m just… I’m a fuck up.”

“Listen to me,” he says firmly, tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. “You’re not a fuck up. You’re strong, you’re brave, and you’ve fought through so much. You’re a damn good girl.”

His words linger in the air, but doubt still holds you captive. “How can you say that?” you reply, voice trembling. “I keep messing things up.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he reassures you, his voice steady. “It’s what we do after that counts. You keep pushing through, and that takes courage.”

You look into his eyes, searching for that truth, but the struggle within you feels insurmountable. “I’m trying,” you whisper, feeling a tear threaten to fall. “But it’s hard.”

“Just say it for me, sweetheart,” he presses, voice softening. “You’re my good girl. You need to believe it.”

With a shaky breath, you realize how much you want to embrace those words. “I… I’m your good girl,” you finally manage, the admission barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he encourages, a warm smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I want to hear you say it, all right?”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your past lift slightly. “I’m your good girl,” you say, a little louder this time, the words starting to feel more comfortable as they leave your lips.

Logan’s expression brightens, satisfaction washing over him as he pulls you into a firm embrace. “Damn right you are,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “And you always will be.”

“Do you really mean that?” you ask, searching his face for reassurance.

“Of course, I do,” he replies, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’re everything to me. I’d never say it if I didn’t mean it. You deserve to feel that way, even when you doubt yourself.”

You lean into him, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and affection. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice soft but sincere.

“Always,” he promises, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Now, how about we make sure you never forget it?”

“Okay,” you reply, a smile breaking through your earlier uncertainty. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Just remember, you’re not a fuck up—you’re my good girl.”

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Kinktober Day10-Double Penetration

Summary: Wade and Logan fuck you.

Over the past month, Logan and Wade had been slowly preparing you, easing you toward something the three of you had been looking forward to for weeks.

They took turns each night, building up to the big moment, using different toys to help you adjust. Logan was usually the one to start, his hands steady and sure as he worked each toy inside you, helping you stretch a little more each time. He'd study your face carefully, his voice soft as he'd ask, "How's that, darlin'? You doin' okay?" Wade, though, was all teasing grins and playful comments, his fingers just a bit bolder.

"You think you're ready for us yet, sweetheart?" he'd smirk, always coaxing a reaction that made him laugh or grin when you'd roll your eyes at his impatience.

With each night, they got more confident, testing your limits. Logan would stretch you with a larger toy, moving slowly so you could feel every inch, while Wade kept his hands moving over your sensitive spots, making you gasp and arch beneath their touch.

Together, they found a rhythm-Logan's calm, grounding presence paired with Wade's lively energy. Your body responded eagerly, adjusting to the new sensations, and with every touch, the anticipation built, leading up to the night the three of you had been waiting for.

Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation. Logan positioned himself behind you, his solid warmth a comfort as he pulled you close, pressing gentle kisses along your neck. "You ready for this, sweetheart?" he murmured against your ear, his voice low and reassuring.

"More than ready," you breathed, glancing up to find Wade standing in front of you with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. "You better be," he smirked, leaning down to catch your mouth in a kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he whispered,

"This is what you've been waiting for, huh?"

Before you could answer, Logan was pressing into you from behind, his thick length stretching you slowly, letting you feel every inch as he settled in. "God, you feel perfect," he murmured, his hands steadying you as he pressed a reassuring kiss to your shoulder. "Let me know if it's too much, darlin." You nodded, grounding yourself with his presence, but just as you were catching your breath, Wade was positioning himself at your front, his playful grin softening as he looked into your eyes.

"Here we go," he whispered, easing himself in. The stretch was intense, nearly overwhelming, but after their careful build-up over the weeks, your body was ready.

"Look at you, handling us both," Wade teased, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "Knew you could take it."

Logan's fingers threaded through yours, squeezing gently. "You're doin' so damn well," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he kissed your shoulder again. They began moving together, Logan's pace slow and deep, grounding you, while Wade matched his rhythm but added his usual playful edge, keeping you guessing with each movement. Their combined presence was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

When your climax finally built, you felt yourself spiraling, their touch pushing you over the edge as you gasped, "Oh-Logan, Wade-I'm so close.." Logan's hold tightened, his voice soft as he whispered, "Go on, darlin. We've got you." Wade's grin softened as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours.

"That's right, sweetheart. Let go for us."

As you reached your peak, shuddering between them, they held you tight, their hands grounding you as you rode out the intense pleasure. Just as you came down, you felt them both reaching their limits, Logan's grip tightening around your waist as he groaned, "God, you're incredible..." Wade followed with a satisfied laugh, his own release filling you as he whispered, "Told you this would be worth the wait." They stayed close, wrapped around you as you all caught your breath, leaving you feeling utterly full, completely content, and held in the warmth of their embrace.

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oooo I got a worst Logan blurb for you if that’s okay. But Logan with a new girlfriend that treats him like he’s her absolute world. Like maybe they’ve been dating for a few months, enough for it to be serious, and they’re both involved in each other’s lives pretty significantly. But she just really cares for him, genuinely, and not to overwhelm him, but he’s the background on her phone, and she’ll put him first compared to other important things in her life. Just super sweet and fluff. Feel free to change anything, thank you

Absolutly!!! I love this Idea!!!!

Whole World

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Logan loved coming home. Even better, he loved having a home to come to in the first place, and he loved his girlfriend that was so freshly living with him that her boxes were still unpacked, and several heavy ones were still in his truck bed.

Logan calls your name, and within a second he hears the pitter patter of your feet running, scampering down the stares and around the corner.

"LOGAN!!!" You're face brightens immidiatly and so does his day. You looked so cute, little blue jeans peaking out from under a big shirt, and mismatched goofy socks on your feet. You run to him, and Logan doesn't hesitate to pick your up and spin you around.

"Heya baby, how was your day?" He asks when he settles down, staying carrying you. Your legs lock around his waste as he takes you to the kitchen.

He sets you down on the counter. "Good! Got a lot unpacked, Sorry, I meant to have dinner ready." You pout, but he just chuckles, reaching around you to turn on the oven.

"You were busy, don't be sorry. Besides, I can cook too."

"You're making frozen pizza, aren't you?"

"Always." He grabs a pop tart packet.

You whine a little. "You need real food! You work hard."

"So do you, baby." Logan plops the pop tart in your mouth. "Now, talk to me while I 'Cook.' Been wait'n all day to hear your voice."

So you did. As the pizza cooked you watched as he nailed some pictures to the walls, nodding his head and occasionally making little comments, even as you caught him up on the newest episode of the bachelorette.

"I can't believe Tyler did that." He played along with your chatter. He was really so perfect. Your loving man did so much for you, he was your everything. He worked hard, did all the silly romance stuff like buy you flowers and you liked to think you returned the favor. Logan came before everything else, not that he asked for it. He asked for so little, and sometimes it hurt your heart that he didn't ask for more. Did he not understand he deserved the whole world?

After dinner, you guys go outside for a peaceful evening of some yard work. You wanted a garden, so Logan had been working o tearing up some of the lawn and creating a border. Meanwhile, you weeded the backyard, the two of you just listening to music together. When Logan takes off his shirt, you stare at him, hard. Tense, rippling muscles dripping with sweat, moving and flexing all for you. He deserved a treat.

"I'm gonna head inside, Lo."

"Okay baby, I'll be inside in a few, gonna get this section done."

You knew he'd say that. Gave you the perfect opportunity.

15 minutes later when Logan trudged upstairs, he called your name. "Where'ya at?"

"In here!" You call from the bathroom. When Logan entered, he found you in there, grinning up at him. The bathroom was dark except for the scented candles, gentle music playing.

Logan smiles down at you. "Whatcha planning here, bub?"

You rock on your heals. "I was thinking... you worked so hard today... maybe I give you a nice relaxing bath... I can wash you, if you let me..."

His perfect girl, so eager to please, Logan takes you into his arms, kissing the top of you're head. "Only if you join me?"

So you did. You got in the tub with him, dropping some lavender oils in but not to much to overwhelm his nose, and washed him with your loofa. You even take your exfoliater and scrub him down, even massages his feet. Logan had installed a detachable shower head, so you straddled his hips and even washed his hair. While letting the conditioner you insisted on work on his dark locks, you simply rest on his chest in a hug. He was so touch starved, you knew, years of isolation until he met Wade, but you were going to make up for that. Your were going to make up for every day he felt alone. Logan's hands cupped the water, drawing it up your back where it trickles down again, keeping you warm.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Logan mumbled into your ear.

"Hmmmm.... mid." You joke, but Logan wasn't taking it. He pulled you back, cupping your face and looking directly in your eyes.

"Not funny." Logan admonishes. "I want you to say it. Say, I'm perfect."

You knew better than to argue with him. So, you just smile. "I'm perfect. Your turn."

Logan chuckles. "Good girl. I'm perfect. You happy?"

You rest on his chest again. "Very."

Kintober Day 9-Phone sex

Summary: Old man Logan and you get Nasty on the phone.

You lounged on the hotel bed, phone in hand, a wicked grin on your face as you texted Logan. The distance felt electric, both of you aware of the heat simmering beneath the surface.

"Wish you were here," you typed.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed: "Me too, darlin. What would you do if I were there?"

You smirked, replying, "I'd show you just how much I miss you. I want you to take a picture of yourself for me, Logan." You could practically hear his chuckle. "A picture, huh? You want to see me old and rugged?"

"Yes," you urged. "Show me how much you want me."

Logan finally sent a video, adjusting his old phone to capture himself. You watched, biting your lip, as he struggled to get the angle right. "You're doing great," you encouraged. "Now, show me that rugged body."

He pointed the camera down, revealing the outline of his bulge through his jeans. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, desire thick in his voice.

"Yes," you breathed. "Now, show me how you'd touch me."

His hand gripped himself through the fabric, and as he began to stroke, you could feel the tension build between you. "God, I wish you were here," he groaned.

"Just like that," you urged. "Imagine it's me. I want to see you lose control."

Logan quickened his pace, breaths heavy as he lost himself in the moment.

"I'm close," he rasped, tension palpable.

"Me too," you gasped, fingers teasing your own body. "Let go, Logan. Come for me."

With a deep growl, he reached his climax, his face a picture of raw pleasure. At that moment, waves of bliss crashed over you as you

surrendered to the pleasure, imagining his rough hands holding you tight. You both trembled in the aftermath, breaths mingling with the lingering heat of your shared moment, even from miles apart.

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Kinktober Day8- Face Sitting

Summary: Logan eats you out like a man starved.

Logan's grip tightened around your thighs, his fingers digging in as he encouraged you to grind against his mouth. The heat of his breath sent shivers through you, and each time his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, it felt like pure ecstasy. You could barely contain the sounds escaping your lips, a mix of pleasure and urgency, as he pulled you deeper into his rhythm.

He relished in every reaction from you, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched you writhe above him. The way you leaned back, giving him better access, only fueled his hunger. He was a man on a mission, determined to bring you to that blissful edge, and the way your body responded to him only made him more fervent. Each movement was precise, teasing, and relentless, his tongue swirling and thrusting in a perfect dance that sent you spiraling toward the brink.

As the tension built within you, your body felt electric, teetering on the edge of release. Logan sensed it, pulling you closer still, urging you to let go. With one final, overwhelming thrust of his tongue, you shattered, your world exploding into bliss as you cried out his name. He drank in every moment, his hands steadying you, his own satisfaction evident in the way he savored you, lost in the depth of the moment.

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Kinktober Day 7- Clothed Sex

Summary: Logan and you are eager to fuck

Logan's grip tightened as his hands slic down, fingers pressing into your hips, guiding you against him with a rough, urgent rhythm. The friction between your clothes and his, each deliberate roll of his hips, was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through you both.

His mouth found yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your gasps as he pulled you closer, pushing you right to the edge. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, grounding yourself as the heat built unbearably, each brush of fabric adding to the ache.

With a final press of his body against yours, the tension snapped, a deep, shuddering release taking over both of you. Logan's face pressed into your neck, his breath hot and ragged as you both came down, tangled together, feeling the aftershocks linger with every heartbeat.

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✧ Logan Howlett x reader x Peter Parker

✧ summary: Your new teammate Peter Parker has a huge crush on you, and your boyfriend Logan has always wanted to watch someone else fuck you. It’s Peter’s birthday and Logan decides to share.

✧ warnings: smut 18+, mmf threesome, oral, unprotected piv, so much cum lol, Peter is very pathetic lmao (and not very experienced) and more of a sub, Logan is dominant and reader is dom-ish for Peter but sub-ish for Logan, little bit of say gex 😋 (oral, Logan receiving), pet names (my girl, good girl/boy, baby, bub), implied age gap (Peter is the youngest – didn’t mention a specific age but early 20s-ish, reader is a few years older, Logan is obv the oldest), Peter being a nerd, lots of teaching Peter (mostly how to go down on each other), also the fic starts with smut right away lol

✧ note: idek if anyone else is interested in this character constellation and needs it as much as i do but they’re my two biggest marvel crushes (in completely different ways) so i had to!!!!! like hellooo😵‍💫 and i really love this omg

✧ word count: 7.5k oops

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You’re on top of Logan, riding him like your life depends on it. 

Logan’s so good in bed that you usually just let him pamper you; you both like it that way. It’s also what makes the times when you’re on top even more special. Your boyfriend is struggling not to cum in you yet, fingers indenting your hips where he’s grabbing you hard. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby, such a good girl,” he groans underneath you. 

You grin as you lean down to give him a sloppy kiss, pulling away before he’s done with you so you can resume bouncing up and down in his lap.

Logan slides his hand between your legs, beginning to rub your clit as he feels you clenching around him tighter. 

You’re so close.

You’re so fucked out that you barely register the door to your bedroom opening. 

“Hey, do you know if– oh god, sorry!” you hear Peter’s voice, and before you can catch a glimpse of him the door shuts with a bang.

It takes a few moments for your heartbeat to calm down and for you to realise what just happened. Peter walked in on you fucking your boyfriend. Innocent, nervous, adorable Peter Parker – new recruit at the mansion. You’ve only just barely befriended your new teammate and you’re not sure your friendship can handle him catching you like this.

You look down at Logan for the first time, only to see him smiling. 

“He did that on purpose,” he chuckles, hands still resting on your hips as if he’s ready for you to start right back up. You stay on top of him with his cock nestled deep inside you, pulsing, but you can’t get yourself to focus on the pleasure of it.

“He’d never do something like that on purpose. He’s way too innocent for that. He wasn’t meant to see us like that – I bet he’s traumatised!”

Logan laughs again, “Traumatised because he’s not the one fucking you maybe, sure.”

Your mouth hangs open at Logan’s accusation – Peter sees you as a friend, nothing more! You doubt he even thinks about sex, let alone about having sex with you. 

Rising to your knees, you let Logan slip out of you, his cock slapping against his abs with a dull, wet smack, a mix of his precum and your wetness smearing over his skin.

“What? We’re stopping cause of him?” Logan grabs your hand, “He’d get what he wants.”

“Logan,” you warn, somewhat seriously. He’s making Peter out to be someone he really isn’t.

He smiles, adjusting your hips so you’re hovering over him again, jerking his cock and positioning the tip at your entrance. You smile down at him – it’s hard to resist when he looks so good and your pussy is still wet and not yet satisfied.

“Peter did that on purpose, bub,” he repeats, breath becoming laboured as you sink down on him, “You’re not telling me you’ve been oblivious to his crush on you all this time, right?” 

You involuntarily clench your pussy around him, closing your eyes so you don’t have to face looking at him after that. But Logan’s smirking – you don’t have to open your eyes to know that; you can practically hear it. He jerks his hips under you, starting to fuck into you from below.

“Y’like that, baby? Spider-Man’s got a crush on my girl. You don’t know that?”

It almost feels like you’re cumming with how much wetter you get at his words, and you manage to open your eyes to climb off him properly this time, lying down next to him, burying your face into the pillow to hide.

“Noo,” you squeal, though it comes out muffled.

Logan slaps your ass, keeping his hand there to grab your flesh, “Uh-uh, baby. You can’t squeeze around my cock like that and then run away.”

You giggle, leaning up to look at him, “That was just because I was sitting on your big dick. It had nothing to do with Peter.”

“Suure, bub, sure. Can I keep fucking you then?”

You nod, scooting closer to him, both of you on your side. Logan hikes your leg over his hip and slowly thrusts into you as your limbs tangle together. He spits on his hand to rub your clit messily, the way he knows is enough when you were already this close to an orgasm just moments earlier.

“You’re the only one I want, Logan,” you tell him in a quiet voice, distracted by how good he feels inside you as he fucks you, playing with your puffy clit.

“I know that, baby, I know that. I know you’re my girl. My perfect, pretty girl. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy that someone else has a crush on you. Can’t expect Peter to be blind.”

You cum around his cock then, moaning into his skin as he fucks you through your orgasm, filling you with his own load seconds later.

Logan drops the topic of Peter while you cuddle afterwards, and it’s hard to keep thinking about it when you’ve got your gorgeous, beefy boyfriend next to you, your hand buried in his hair as you massage his scalp the way you know he likes.

It’s when Logan says he’s going downstairs to get you some water that you remember Peter.

“Tell him I’m sorry if you see him.”

“Sure, bub,” Logan says dismissively, kissing your knee with a teasing grin as he gets off the bed. You suppose he’s right – you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s Peter’s fault for walking in without knocking.

But you can’t help but feel bad. He’s an adult, only a few years your minor, but he seems so innocent. He likes you – you can agree with that. He admires you; that much is obvious too, but you don’t know if calling it a crush is an exaggeration. If Logan is right and Peter has a crush on you, you’re sure it’s nothing sexual.

-

Logan can sense Peter from a mile away. Peter is pacing up and down in the kitchen. Logan smiles at the floor as he enters the room.

Spider-Man’s face is flushed – whether it’s from embarrassment or arousal, Logan can’t tell. But the bulge in Peter’s sweatpants assures Logan that he was right in his assumption in the first place. He turns to the sink to pour a glass of water to take upstairs, giving Peter the time to adjust himself.

“My girl says she’s sorry,” Logan says in amusement, turning around, “Didn’t mean for you to see us like that.”

“What? I– no, I’m sorry. I should have knocked,” Peter stammers.

“That’s what I told her.”

Peter doesn’t reply, having a stare contest with the floor so that he doesn’t have to meet Logan’s eyes.

Logan chuckles, “So why’re you in the kitchen and not in your bedroom?”

Peter doesn’t miss the sexual implication. “I feel bad.”

“What, you think people don’t jerk off thinking about their crush just because that person is in a relationship? It’s just in your head, bub, you can do what you want.”

Peter looks up. It’s not that he feels bad towards Logan; he feels bad towards you. But if Logan thinks that way and you’re his girlfriend, maybe that means you share his opinion. Peter is too lost in thought to reply to Logan.

“Suit yourself,” Logan says as he leaves the kitchen. 

-

“Did you see him?” you ask Logan when he comes back.

“Yeah, said he’s sorry, he should have knocked.”

“And he didn’t seem disturbed?”

Logan laughs out loud at your question, “No, baby, don’t worry. He’s not disturbed. His only problem seemed to be how hard he was.”

Your mouth falls open, “Really?”

“Maybe he’s not as innocent as you thought after all, bub,” Logan smirks, pulling you closer.

That revelation turns you on more than you care to admit, to yourself or to Logan.

-

It’s Peter’s birthday a few weeks later and he’s happy as long as he gets to spend it with you. 

He’s not expecting you to get him anything, but you get him a Lego set that he’s been wanting for months. It’s something he’s mentioned to you only in passing and he can’t believe that you remembered.

You make it so hard for him to see you only as a friend when you’re this attentive. To be fair, he’d probably fall in love with anyone who gives him Lego, but he already liked you before. If only your boyfriend wasn’t the most attractive, masculine man in the entire world who, even though Peter’s confident in his skills, could probably maim Peter without any effort at all.

He’s not sure if it’s true, but you’ve told Peter that Logan is busy today, so he can’t join you for Peter’s birthday lunch. He introduces you to his friends and his aunt that have come to his small celebration, and he fantasises that surely some of them must think you and him have a thing going on. May definitely gives him a look when she sees how gorgeous you are, but she already knows all about Peter’s hopeless crush on you.

You kiss Peter’s cheek when everyone leaves, letting him blush in peace as you go up to your bedroom. 

You told him you’d watch a film with him tonight but you seem to have forgot. It’s evening already and he wouldn’t want you to stay up too long for him if you watched the film later. Even if you did forget, he’s grateful he got to spend the day with you.

He’s about to bring his best gift – the one you gave him – upstairs and to his room.

“You like it?” Logan’s voice sounds behind Peter.

“I love it. I’ve wanted this for ages,” he grins.

“I’m glad you appreciate it. She made me threaten a twelve-year-old over it. It was the last set they had at the store.”

Peter grows even fonder of you. He knows he must be blushing, but he also knows there’s no point in hiding it – not since the night he walked in on you and Logan having sex. He’s been hoping Logan didn’t tell you about their run-in afterwards, although he knows he can be a little obvious regardless. It’s hard to hide a crush as big as the one he has on you.

Logan clears his throat, folding his arms, all those muscles bulging, “I’m not the best with material gifts but I’ve got something else for you.”

“Yeah?” Peter’s wary. Logan and him aren’t exactly friends. He wasn’t even expecting you to give him a gift.

“I know you wanna fuck my girl.”

Peter gulps at Logan’s directness, starting to stammer out a few words that make no sense.

“Y’don’t have to deny it. Can’t blame you, can I? You wanna live out your fantasy?”

Peter finds it hard to imagine that this isn’t a trap or some sick joke. “No–no, of course not. She’s your girlfriend and I’d never, I mean, she’d never cheat on you and I’d never try anything. I respect you so much–”.

Logan cuts him off, “Calm down, bub. This isn’t a trick. I’m asking if you wanna fuck my girl for your birthday. We both had the idea,” Logan smiles, and he doesn’t have to wait for a verbal answer to know that Peter wants it – the gleam in his eyes tells him enough, “C’mon. She’s waiting in your room.”

Peter abandons the Lego box on the floor. He couldn’t care less if some student found it and took it for themself. Peter’s on his way to better things.

-

Peter doesn’t let himself believe it until Logan opens the door to his bedroom, and there you are. You’re sitting on his bed – something Peter has imagined many times but never even dreamt of seeing in reality – in the most gorgeous set of lingerie he’s ever seen (not that he’s seen many in real life… or any).

“Hi,” he waves awkwardly, unsure whether to try and hide his growing erection. You’re half-naked only a few feet away from him, and this is better than all of his wet dreams about you combined.

You’re grinning, first at Peter and then at Logan, who closes the door behind Peter.

Logan takes a step forward to bend down and kiss you. It’s a short but sloppy kiss, Logan’s hand resting on your cheek. He looks back, chuckling at how desperate Peter must already look, and sits down in the chair near the bed.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’ve made myself comfortable,” you bite your lip. Even your voice alone could make Peter cum.

“No no no, not at all. You look so gorgeous. I never thought I’d get to see someone look so sexy in real life.”

You giggle and it feels heavenly to be making you laugh like that. You lift your hand for him to take. He gasps when his hand touches yours, and you pull him to the bed with you. He feels like hyperventilating just from being so close to you in nothing but underwear. Peter wills himself to be strong; he can’t embarrass himself and cum right away.

“You know, Logan’s been trying to tell me for a while that you might have a tiny crush on me, and I didn’t believe it at first but…”

Peter laughs nervously before you can finish your sentence, but you don’t have to. Everyone in this room knows how much Peter likes you. All of Xavier’s school probably knows – teachers and students.

“Yeah,” Peter says weakly, cheeks hot.

 “Logan and I thought this could be a nice present for your birthday, if you want. Cause I think you’re cute too, and Logan doesn’t mind sharing me for one night.”

It hurts a little that you only find Peter cute, but he’ll take whatever he can get. Clearly he’s cute enough to fuck, and that’s all that really matters right now.

“Of course I want to, so what are we doing?” Peter doesn’t mean for it to come out so stupidly. He knows you’re going to have sex, he just doesn’t know the details.

“I’m gonna get you nice and hard first,” you say it with a smile, looking down at his lap, knowing exactly that he’s more than hard enough already, “and then Logan’s gonna join us and you can both fuck me at the same time. Does that sound alright?”

Peter grins. “More than alright. I don’t know if I’m gonna last long but I only need a few seconds before I can get hard again,” he tells you proudly, before he remembers that your boyfriend has healing abilities too, far more complex than Peter’s. You’re probably used to going endless rounds. Now he just feels a bit silly for admitting that he can’t last long. 

Peter turns to the side to face Logan. He’s manspreading, arms folded cockily in front of his chest, and it’s unnerving how a single person can ooze that much confidence. Although, if he looked like Logan and had a girlfriend like you, Peter’s sure he would be less insecure too.

“Have you had sex before?” you ask Peter all kindly, and he blushes thinking about the image of him you apparently have in your head. He’s not that experienced, but he’s not that innocent either.

“Yeah,” is all he manages to say at first.

“What have you done?” you ask him, gently resting your hand on his jaw, thumb trailing over Peter’s bottom lip. He stops himself from licking it.

“I’ve, uh, been inside of a woman before and I’ve, like, fingered her. My ex-girlfriend.”

You smile at the unnecessary piece of information, “That’s it? You’ve never had your dick sucked?”

Peter shakes his head, feeling like he’ll cum just from your words, “No, and I’ve never gone down on a woman.”

“You wanna?”

He nods his head so eagerly that it makes you giggle again.

“Maybe later,” you tell Peter, your hand dropping back to your lap.

“You can eat her pussy after I’ve cum in it,” Logan says with a smirk. You give him a look, turning to assure Peter.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to do that.”

Peter looks between you two, “I don’t mind! I’m up for anything.”

You smile, moving to straddle him as you hum, “Good boy.”

He tenses underneath you, eyes screwed shut, and he can’t even enjoy the way he cums as soon as you settle on top of him, your hands on his shoulders. Hot embarrassment floods Peter’s body, and he feels like he might cry.

“Aw, it’s okay,” your voice is nothing but sweet with not even a hint of amusement, and Peter dares to open his eyes. Your face is inches away from his, and your closeness makes him feel less embarrassed.

“You like me that much, hm?” you continue, and Peter hears a quiet laugh from Logan, but he doesn’t care about his opinion, only yours, “I’m flattered you do. Glad you like your gift.”

“I really thought the lego set was my favourite present,” he says. This time he cracks a smile too as Logan and you giggle at his words.

“Let’s get you out of your clothes, okay?”

You get off Peter after he nods, pulling off his shirt. Peter stands up as you kneel in front of the bed to pull off his jeans, biting your lip when you feel how sticky his cum-stained boxers are.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby. So cute.”

Peter swears you’ll stop associating that word with him by the end of the night, although he’s starting to like you calling him that. He takes one glance at you on your knees for him, and he has to look away in fear of cumming again immediately. 

“I know,” Logan tells him, and Peter sees then how hard he already is too. Peter can’t believe Logan gets you like this every night, but for now he smiles at him as they silently bond over how attracted to you they both are. It’s impossible not to be.

Logan’s eyes drift down to Peter’s hard cock, and you’re grinning back up at your boyfriend, “Look how big he is, baby. Almost the same size as you.” The joy in your voice makes Peter stand a little bit taller. He’s proud that you like his dick. It’s probably the proudest moment of his life thus far.

You pull Peter back on the bed, sitting down as you lean back against your hands, “You wanna unwrap your present?”

Peter nods, smiling at the goosebumps that erupt on your flesh as he pulls at the ribbon that you’ve wrapped around your waist. He leans over to place it on his nightstand – he’s keeping that forever.

When he sits down in front of you, the sweet smell of you hits him. He looks between your legs, and there’s a wet spot on your panties. All because of him? He keeps feeling prouder and prouder.

“Thought about this so many times. Jerked off at least three times every single day since I walked in on you two.”

You and Logan smile at each other. He asks Peter, “You did that on purpose?”

Peter doesn’t turn to face Logan, the blush that has only just subsided flaring back up. “N-no. Of course not.” He knows neither of you believe his lie. He couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry. She liked it too,” Logan informs him, and Peter’s eyes go wide.

“You’re a handsome boy, Pete,” you shrug, brushing your hand through his hair and he hums at the nickname.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks finally, cock already so hard he can barely think, and you haven’t even done anything yet.

“Go ahead,” Logan says, but Peter pays him no mind.

“I wasn’t asking you,” he says bravely, and your eyes go to those of your boyfriend as you raise your eyebrows.

“Told you he’s got it in him,” you say, pulling Peter close to press your plush lips to his. It’s like an explosion of endorphins, and Peter knows that from this moment on he can die happy. You pull him closer, kisses getting wetter as the sound of them takes over the room, and it’s the hottest thing Peter has ever experienced.

“Here,” you briefly pause, taking his hand and guiding it to the clasp of your bra at your back. He fiddles with it for a few seconds, and you want to give him a chance, but then the bed dips with the weight of Logan, and he opens your bra with ease.

Peter doesn’t know when he took his clothes off, but Logan is naked except for his boxers. He looks nowhere nearly as good as you, of course, but his muscles aren’t exactly an unwelcome sight.

“Isn’t my girl so pretty, Pete?” Logan asks, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms, taking off your bra.

“She’s gorgeous,” Peter rasps, “She’s perfect.” Logan hums in agreement.

Peter has imagined your tits too many times to count, and yet they’re even better than anything he’s fantasised about. He’s too nervous to touch you, but you take his shaky hands, putting them on your breasts.

“Oh my god,” Peter whispers, breathlessly cupping and squeezing at your tits as his cock leaks with precum. He sees you biting your lip as you look at his lap, and Logan takes Peter’s hands off your tits.

“Take off her underwear,” Logan commands as you smile at his words. You lift your hips, upper body leaning against Logan, and Peter pulls your panties down your legs. He throws them off the bed somewhere, hoping you won’t be able to find them again so that Peter can keep them forever.

He moans loudly when you spread your legs, and it’s a wonder that Peter doesn’t cum again just at the sight of your pussy. You’re perfect, and so wet, and he falls to his hands, in front of you on all fours.

“You want her mouth or her pussy first?” Logan asks, although you and him already know the answer.

“Wanna go down on you,” Peter says, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy. You spread your legs further for him, and he looks up at you with the most adorable puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

“You can,” you smile.

Peter inhales deeply when he squashes his face between your thighs, trying to burn the memory of how good you smell into his brain forever. 

He doesn’t have a technique, he just starts. You let out a soft moan when Peter licks up your entire pussy once; he moans too as he tastes you. He grabs your soft thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he lies down.

You give him a reassuring smile as he begins to eat you out, experimenting with different licks and kisses. You turn to your side to start kissing Logan, your hand holding his wrist as his arm drapes over your chest.

Peter licks greedily at your pussy, and you reach into Logan’s boxers to start stroking the hard length of him. Your hand is coated in his precum quickly, and he smiles into the kiss before he gently nips at your lip.

“You okay there, bub?” Logan pulls away to smirk at Peter. If you can still kiss Logan that well, then Peter isn’t doing a good job. You both look down to find Peter more focussed on grinding his cock against the bed rather than on eating you out. He blushes.

You reach out to touch his cheek, some of Logan’s precum from your hand wiping against Peter’s face, “you’re so cute.”

He doesn’t even register the word anymore.

“You want Logan to teach you?”

Peter nods, moving only minimally to make space for Logan next to him, both their wide shoulders knocking against each other’s (okay, Logan’s are slightly bigger). Logan huffs but doesn’t say anything, placing one of your legs over his shoulder and pressing your other knee up against your chest.

“Here’s how you do it,” Logan looks at Peter, bending down to press a sloppy kiss right against your clit, coating you in his spit before he begins to gently suck. You squirm immediately, and Peter can’t wait to try it out on you.

Logan pushes two fingers into your wet pussy, moving them in a way that you evidently like. Peter doesn’t know what to look at – your pretty face or your pretty pussy. Logan huffs next to him, “I know she looks good, kid, but you gotta focus if you wanna make her cum.”

Peter nods, watching Logan sucking on your clit and moving his fingers inside you.

“You can use your fingers to fuck her,” he explains.

“I know,” Peter says, his tone perhaps a little more petulant than what he was aiming for, “I just hadn’t gotten her consent to do that yet, so I didn’t.”

You smile at him, “you can do whatever you want to me, Pete.”  

And that’s all he’s ever wanted to hear in his life.

Logan nods at him, sitting back up, and Peter gets between your legs. He knows he’s got it easier now because Logan had his mouth on you for a bit, but it wouldn’t be fair otherwise. Logan is like an old man with loads of experience, and he probably gets to fuck you every night, so he has an unfair advantage.

Your boyfriend gets next to you, kissing you – and it’s all sensual and passionate and wet and Peter can’t help but stare for a few moments. Logan starts touching your tits, groping you and moving to gently play with your nipples.

You pull away from the kiss, a string of spit hanging between your and Logan’s mouth, “Pete?” you ask softly, but Peter can hear some desperation in your voice. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

First, he quickly licks your pussy just to get that heavenly taste in his mouth again, then settles on a more precise movement of his tongue. He circles your clit, hearing you sigh against Logan’s mouth, but Peter isn’t sure if he’s the one who evoked that sound.

He slides two fingers into your pussy, curling them how Logan showed him to. He’s stopped moving his mouth, too concentrated on looking at your face to see a reaction.

“That’s it, Peter, don’t stop,” you moan, pushing his head back down and he happily wraps his lips around your clit, fucking you gently with his fingers.

“Yeah, baby, he’s got you,” Logan says into your neck, “You’ve got her, right, Peter?” he asks all smugly.

“Mhhmmm,” Peter squeaks without taking his mouth off you, and the vibration of his voice seems to make you squirm a bit more. He decides to let himself moan the way he’s been wanting to the entire time, subtly grinding his hips into the bed beneath him as he eats you out and fucks you with his fingers.

You cum with a cry that makes Peter even prouder than he’s been all night, and he thinks he’ll savour the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head for the rest of his life. He pushes his tongue into your pussy to taste as much of your arousal as he can, stopping when he feels your and Logan’s eyes on him.

“Did such a good job,” you tell him, and he grins proudly. He gets on his knees to lean up and kiss you. Your tongue slides into his mouth, and his heart skips a beat at the way you smile into the kiss. He’s in heaven.

“You wanna fuck me now?” you ask, and Peter’s eyes go wide as he sits up and gets back between your thighs.

“And I want you too,” you smile up at your boyfriend, pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Peter has no idea how Logan has this much self-restraint, watching as he gets off the bed and takes off his boxers with a grin. Peter sees how you drool at the sight of Logan’s big dick, and Peter feels his own mouth watering. 

“Here you go, baby. Gonna be a good girl for me, right? Gonna take my cock? You been waiting for this, hm?” Logan kneels next to you. He holds his cock over your face, lightly slapping the tip against your lips. Peter’s cock pulses against his abs. 

You nod wordlessly, wrapping your lips around your boyfriend’s huge cock. You pull off him only to spit on it, jerking off the lower half of him that’s harder to fit in your mouth. 

The wet sounds coming from you sucking Logan’s cock make Peter’s dick twitch as he spills a new load of precum. It lands on your thigh, getting your attention. 

Peter doesn’t know how you can spare a single moment away from Logan’s cock, but you pull your mouth off him, “You can start if you’re ready,” you smile at Peter. Both of you watch him as he pushes his cock inside you. 

Your warm, velvety walls suck his cock in unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Peter’s eyes flutter shut and he just stays like that for a few moments, the sound your mouth makes around Logan’s cock doesn’t make it easier for Peter. Even if you don’t seem to mind him cumming fast, he’s trying to prevent it, feeling so close again already.

He hears Logan huff out a laugh, and Peter opens his eyes. You’ve stopped going down on your boyfriend, looking at Peter all sweetly.

“It’s okay if you cum quickly, I did too at the start,” Logan confesses. It’s hard to imagine him – the epitome of virility – not being able to last long, even with someone as perfect as you, but it makes Peter feel better about himself, by a lot.

“I really don’t mind it, Pete,” you smile, and Peter nods. He looks down towards where you’re joined, your pussy stuffed with his cock. Even though you’re used to something even bigger, there’s an obvious strain, and you’re squeezing around him hard even when he’s not moving.

You and Logan watch as Peter starts to fuck you, your hand on your boyfriend’s cock, lazily jerking him off. Logan doesn’t seem to mind watching Peter pushing into you slowly. The two pairs of eyes make him feel more self-conscious, yet it’s also invigorating.

Peter clumsily rubs at your clit, at least attempting to focus on something other than how good he feels.

“You’re so tight, feel so good,” he mumbles, and you seem like you’re enjoying it too, back arched and hand faltering around Logan’s cock. You’re too distracted by Peter.

“Don’t stop,” you say quietly, evidently not there yet but Peter’s sure you feel good.

You share an intimate smile with Logan, and he tells Peter, “Doin’ a really good job with my girl. This is the only thing, bub..”

Logan tries to hide his smile as he grabs Peter’s hand to guide his fingers back to your clit from where they’d drifted off to your thigh, where he’d just been holding you. Peter’s cheeks turn red – or maybe they’ve been red the entire time – as he goes back to playing with your clit.

He doesn’t notice it, but a few seconds later he stops touching your clit again, too distracted by how good your pussy feels. Logan shoves his hand between your legs instead, making you moan as soon as he starts rubbing your clit in circles.

Your pussy spasms around Peter’s cock as you orgasm, and he can practically feel the pleasure flowing through you.

“Can I cum inside you?” The question comes too late to wait for an answer so Peter pulls out, cumming all over your belly in sticky ribbons as he jerks off desperately.

You bite your lip when he’s done, humming as you take some of Peter’s cum off your belly, pushing your finger between your lips. “Tastes so good,” you tell Peter, “Taste it.” 

You swipe some more on your finger, bringing your hand up to Peter’s face as you put your finger in his mouth. He wraps his lips around it hesitantly, smiling shyly when he tastes his own saltiness. Logan’s watching him too, cock still hard.

You gently nudge Peter’s head down towards your belly, and he smiles at you sweetly as his lips glide over your skin and he begins to lick up his own cum.

“Don’t swallow it all,” you say, your hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He nods obediently, keeping his mouth closed when he’s licked your skin clean.

“Here,” you open your mouth for him, pulling him up to your face. His eyes go wide when he realises what you want him to do, and he holds your chin as he spits his cum into your mouth. 

He was starting to worry a little because, even though he knows he has no problem getting hard after a first orgasm, it’s been a while since he’s gone three times in a row. But now his dick is so hard again that it almost hurts.

You stick out your tongue, showing Peter and Logan the cum mixed with your spit in your mouth. “Come taste him,” you look up at Logan with the sexiest smile anyone has ever smiled, and Peter feels his cock flex as he somehow gets even harder.

Logan rolls his eyes playfully, bending down to kiss you nevertheless. Some of Peter’s cum runs down your chin, and Logan pulls away from the kiss to lick it up. Peter thinks he really should start training his stamina with how close he is again just from this.

You still don’t swallow when Logan stops kissing you. “Come here,” you tell Peter, and he kneels next to you so you have him and Logan at either side, their dicks hard. You sit up a little, spitting the rest of Peter’s cum into your hand as you reach for Logan’s cock, starting to jerk him off. 

He gives you a fake annoyed look at you using Peter’s cum as lube, but it’s obvious he likes it, and it makes Peter reach out to his own cock to give it a few strokes – he can’t help himself.

“Haven’t made you cum yet,” you peer up at Logan, who puts a reassuring hand on your cheek.

“You know I don’t mind watching you two, bub,” he says, and your wide smile hints that Logan has told you something slightly different in private. He doesn’t just mind it, he loves it. Peter gets why Logan might find that hard to admit in front of someone else, something about conventions and possessiveness, but he’s glad that Logan decided to share. He’s glad that you want him.

You wrap your lips around Logan’s cock again. While you suck his cock, you stop Peter’s hand on his cock, jerking him off instead. You pull your lips off Logan, turning to suck Peter’s dick.

You switch between them a few times, the taste of their precum mixing in your mouth and dripping down to their balls when you suck their dicks. Peter particularly enjoys this, awaiting his turn eagerly every time. The head of his cock is swollen with lust against the inside of your cheek, and you turn to him to focus on him fully, letting him get lost in the feeling of fucking your warm, wet mouth.

You put your hand on Logan’s hip, guiding him down the bed. He smirks as he gets between your thighs, watching you suck another man’s cock as he starts to fuck you. He goes slowly first, letting you adjust to his size as you moan around Peter’s dick.

Logan watches Peter’s eyes flutter shut at the vibration of your voice. Logan knows you’re not just moaning because of him inside you though.

“You like that, baby, hm? Like sucking Peter’s cock?” you don’t take your mouth off him, but your sparkling eyes meet Logan’s. It’s a look of understanding. 

Logan is ready to cum, but he tries to draw it out. He can go endless rounds but the first orgasm is always the best. He wants to savour it, save it for a bit longer. He focusses instead on making you cum, fucking against your g-spot, almost making you see stars.

You moan around Peter’s cock when you cum again, and Logan almost submits, but he’s able to fuck you through your orgasm without cumming. Peter spills into your mouth as your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him deeper down your throat.

“Such a good girl,” Logan praises you until your pussy stops pulsing with an orgasm, and you give him a fucked out smile as Peter pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“My girl,” Logan adds, kissing you, and you sigh against his lips in pleasure.

You sit up to grab the water bottle from the side of Peter’s bed and take a sip. You pass it to Peter and Logan afterwards, and you don’t move back between them once you’ve put the bottle away, so they’re facing each other.

You sit on your knees, looking between them as they’re impatiently waiting for you to come back, both their cocks standing hard and proud against their abs.

You bite your lip, “Are you into men, Pete?”

Peter’s heart misses a beat and then happily continues drumming against his chest as he nods eagerly, although he’s not sure why it matters right now.

You share a brief silent exchange with Logan before your next words. “So is Logan,” you nod towards your boyfriend. You wait for them to catch on to what you’re saying, but Peter is too shy to and Logan is still contemplating. This wasn’t a part of the plan, but he can’t say he’s against it. He just didn’t know you wanted to see him with another man the way he wants to see you with one.

“Um, what now?” Peter asks with a nervous smile, ready to please.

You fight the urge to simply answer now you kiss, “You think you two are the only ones that get a show?”

Peter’s eyes widen slightly at your suggestion before they brighten. A shy yet excited smile takes over his features.

“You sure, baby?” Logan asks you. You bite your lip, nodding slowly. Logan smirks, because he knows that exact look and you haven’t been quite this horny all night yet.

“Only if you want to as well,” you tell him, and he doesn’t need to answer.

“This okay for you, bub?” Logan lowers his voice as he speaks to Peter. 

He replies through an eager nod, “yeah.” The word comes out as a whisper.

Logan smirks as he leans in, gently placing his big hand around Peter’s throat. He’s not squeezing, just holding him in place. You didn’t mind Peter being all squirmy when you kissed him, but Logan wants to keep him still.

You watch their cocks rub against each other’s abs as they get closer, strings of spit connecting their lips as they make out, tongues tangling in desperation.

It’s sloppy, the way they kiss, and you could watch them forever.

Logan pulls his lips from Peter’s with a wet sound, firmly patting his cheek, “Now get on your knees, bub.”

The command makes even your knees buckle, and you watch Peter happily drop to the carpet, kneeling between Logan’s spread legs as he moves to the edge of the bed. He beckons you over to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a messy kiss to your mouth.

You know he’s close now, having denied himself an orgasm this long.

Peter wraps a greedy hand around the base of Logan’s cock, leaning in to press a few kisses to his dick. You and Logan watch him, you pulled closely against his side.

“You want me to show you what to do?” you ask Peter after a while of him not doing anything but kissing and licking. Peter nods quickly, “yes please,” and you kiss him after you sit down next to him, tasting your boyfriend’s precum and some of your own arousal on him.

“Think he’s almost there,” you tell Peter as you look up at Logan through your lashes, and he smirks.

“That’s not a problem,” Peter says quickly.

“Here, you can use your tongue,” you tell him, wrapping your hand around Logan’s cock as you take him into your mouth, tongue wet against the underside of him, “try it.”

You keep holding Logan’s cock as you pull off him, angling it towards Peter’s face. His face is flushed as he takes Logan’s dick in his mouth for the first time, sucking on the tip.

“That’s it, doing so good,” you brush your thumb over Peter’s cheek where it bulges when he takes Logan deeper. Your and Logan’s eyes on him make him nervous, and he pulls off to kiss you instead.

You make out with him for a few moments, letting him kiss you greedily and wetly, before you guide your mouths back to Logan’s cock. You and Peter part only minimally as you kiss either side of Logan’s dick, spit running down from your mouths to his balls as you share him.

“Feels so good,” Logan mumbles, all blissed out, watching his perfect, pretty girlfriend share his cock with another guy.

You see how close he is, slowly pulling your mouth off him and leaning your cheek against his knee as you watch Peter take your boyfriend’s cock into his mouth all by himself.

“Attaboy,” Logan says, placing a hand on the back of Peter’s head when he goes deeper, spit falling from his lips.

“Juuust like that,” you add, your praise spurring Peter on. Logan’s other hand goes to your cheek, absent-mindedly brushing over it with his finger as he holds your face.

Peter gets more confident when Logan’s breath stutters. He moans on Logan’s cock as he takes him as deep as he can, the wet sound from his mouth obscene. 

Logan’s hips jerk as his cock twitches in Peter’s mouth, and he cums down his throat in warm, sticky ropes of his load.

“Good boy,” Logan softly ruffles Peter’s hair when he’s done, and you lean in to kiss Peter, some of your boyfriend’s cum still fresh on his lip.

“Doesn’t my boyfriend taste good?” you ask against his lips, hardly breaking the kiss. You can hear the slick of spit and cum on Logan’s cock already as he jerks off again, to the sight of you two making out with his cum between you.

“He does,” Peter mumbles against the skin of your jaw, kissing down your neck.

“He tastes better than me?” you tease.

“No– no, you taste better than anything in the world.” And Peter means it.

-

You’re not done until hours later; you fuck until it’s the middle of the night. Earlier, Peter was ready to forgo his birthday movie night just so you can go to sleep on time, but he got something much better, even if it means you stayed up late for him. He can’t say he feels too bad.

Peter is tucked in, you and Logan at either side as you send each other loving glances over Peter’s head. You’re stroking Peter’s hair, basically cuddling him with how close you are.

“Hope you liked your present,” you tell him, pressing one last kiss against his lips as you smile at his sleepy expression.

“Best birthday ever,” Peter mumbles, before he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.

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P.S. reblog + let me know your thoughts and Logan and Peter will appear in your bed tonight 🩷🫣

Hiii, i love how u write for logan and i saw ur requests were open so if it’s okay could i request just some random headcannons for him x reader? like it could be anything..fluff, smut anything😭

thank you 🫶🏾

Fluff Headcanons

1. Protective Instincts: Logan has a strong urge to protect, but with you, it’s even stronger. Whether it’s making sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk or standing a little closer to shield you from the wind, he’s always on high alert.

2. Secret Softie: Logan’s tough exterior is legendary, but you know his softer side. He’ll bring you coffee exactly the way you like it, or wrap you up in his jacket without asking when it’s chilly, pretending it’s “just because it was lying around.”

3. Storytime Snuggles: On quiet nights, Logan loves holding you close and talking about old stories (minus the violent parts), surprising you with his knowledge about history or places he’s been. You’ll fall asleep with his arms around you, listening to his gruff voice turn soft as he speaks.

4. Careful Kisses: Logan is always conscious of his strength and sometimes holds back, but when he gets lost in a kiss, it’s intense. He pulls you in close, his hands on your waist like he’s grounding himself, and when he finally pulls away, his eyes show just how much you mean to him.

Spicy Headcanons

1. Possessive Looks: Logan’s always got a possessive arm slung around you, especially when others are around. He loves showing everyone who you belong to, and if someone dares to flirt, he’ll pull you close and growl under his breath, letting them know exactly where you stand.

2. Surprisingly Gentle: Logan might have a rough exterior, but in private, he’s shockingly gentle. He loves drawing things out, teasing you until you’re breathless, and watching the way you react to his touch.

3. Aftercare King: Logan’s naturally caring, and after any intimate moments, he’s the type to clean you up, wrap you in his shirt, and hold you close. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and rub your back, whispering sweet things until you’re blissfully relaxed.

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Request are Open!

Kinktober Day6-Bondage

Summary: You tie Logan down.(idk if it counts as edging)

The training room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Logan stood in the center, a figure of raw strength, bound by heavy chains that glimmered in the soft light. The metal cuffs encircled his wrists, anchoring him to the steel post behind him. Despite his formidable presence, there was an undeniable vulnerability about him as he looked at you, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and intrigue.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to have some fun?" he challenged, his voice a low rumble, almost daring you to make a move. The defiance in his tone only fueled your excitement.

You stepped closer, your heart racing as you brushed your fingers against the cool metal of the chains, watching his muscles tense beneath his tank top. "I thought you liked being at my mercy," you replied, a teasing lilt in your voice.

"Only if you know what to do with it," he shot back, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were fighting back a smile.

You took a moment to enjoy the sight of him-powerful, rugged, and undeniably sexy, even when restrained. "Oh, I know exactly what to do," you purred, letting your fingers glide down his arm, tracing the contours of his bicep. He shivered at your touch, the tension between you crackling like electricity in the air.

As you moved closer, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear.

"You're going to let me take control tonight. Just relax and trust me." You pulled back slightly, searching his gaze for any sign of hesitation, but instead, you found a fierce hunger.

"Trust? That's a dangerous game," he murmured, but the way he leaned into your touch told you all you needed to know.

You grabbed the chain connected to his wrist, giving it a gentle tug. "I'm counting on it," you whispered. With a deft motion, you moved behind him, the chains rattling softly as you secured his other wrist to the post, locking him into place. His muscles flexed against the restraints, a growl escaping his lips as he felt the weight of the bondage sink in.

"Now, let's see how much you can handle," you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. Logan was at your mercy, the once-unbreakable Wolverine now bound and awaiting your every command.

You moved in front of him, kneeling to level your gaze. "Are you ready for this?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"Just don't take too long," he shot back, his bravado clashing with the vulnerability of his situation.

With a mischievous grin, you took your time, trailing your hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers. You pressed soft kisses against his collarbone, eliciting a deep, throaty growl from him that made your pulse quicken.

"Don't think you can just tease me," he warned, though the heat in his eyes betrayed his excitement. "You know I'll get out of these chains if you push me too far."

You smiled, your breath hitching with anticipation. "That's the fun part, isn't it? Seeing how far I can push you?"

You began to explore further, your hands moving dangerously close to his waistband, but just as you were about to touch him, you pulled back, teasingly watching his face twist with frustration.

"Not yet," you whispered, enjoying the sight of him struggling against his bonds, muscles straining, eyes wild with desire.

"Damn it," he growled, trying to rein in the rising tide of need within him. "You can't just leave me hanging like this." His voice was strained, caught between the thrill of bondage and the overwhelming urge to let go.

With every teasing caress, you felt him inching closer to the edge, his breath quickening as you toyed with his restraint. "Let's see how long you can hold out," you taunted, moving back slightly to give him space but keeping your gaze locked on his.

"Please," he panted, the word slipping from his lips like a prayer. "I can't take much more of this."

"You can," you countered, reveling in his torment. "I want to see you fight it, Logan. I want to see you struggle to hold back."

His muscles twitched beneath the chains, each pulse a reminder of his arousal as he fought against the primal urge to let go. "You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice thick with need.

"Maybe," you replied, your eyes glinting with mischief. "But I'm the one in control tonight."

As you watched him, you could see the conflict playing out in his eyes-the warrior instinct battling against his overwhelming desire. You leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only added to his struggle. "Just a little longer," you urged. "I promise it'll be worth it."

He clenched his jaw, the chains rattling softly as he fought against them. " won't last much longer," he warned, the edge of desperation coloring his voice.

"I need you to touch me."

"But that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction. "I want to see how far you can go before you break."

With every passing moment, the tension escalated, his breathing becoming more erratic as you continued to edge him closer to the brink without giving him any release.

The anticipation hung in the air like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

"Just... a little more," he gasped, fighting against the chains as if they were the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. "I swear I'II-"

Before he could finish, you pressed your body against his, just enough to let him feel your warmth without granting him the satisfaction of touch. He gasped, his resolve wavering as the heat between you intensified.

Before he could finish, you pressed your body against his, just enough to let him feel your warmth without granting him the satisfaction of touch. He gasped, his resolve wavering as the heat between you intensified.

"Remember, Logan," you murmured, your lips barely grazing his. "This is all part of the game."

With that, you pulled back, leaving him gasping, the raw need evident in his eyes. You watched as he fought himself, each second dragging out the tension, pushing him closer to the edge. You reveled in the power you held, knowing you could bring him to the brink without ever laying a hand on him.

Kinktober Day 5-Overstimulation

Summary:Logan makes you pass out

Logan's hands gripped your hips with a bruising intensity, the raw, animalistic hunger in his movements overwhelming every sense. Your body was trembling, overstimulated to the point of breaking, yet he wasn't stopping-if anything, his relentless pace only seemed to grow fiercer.

"Logan... please," you gasped out, your voice shaky, breathless. "I can't... I can't take any more."

He growled low in his throat, his mouth brushing against your ear, sending shivers through your exhausted body.

"You can," he rasped, his grip tightening as he kept you pinned down, refusing to let you pull away. "You can take more, and you will. I'm not done with you yet."

A desperate whimper escaped your lips as another wave of pleasure slammed into you, your mind clouding as the overstimulation became unbearable.

"No-Logan, please... stop..."

But your pleading only seemed to spur him on, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he ignored your cries.

"Begging me already? You've got more in you, sweetheart. I know it." His voice was dark, full of dominance as his hands dragged you back into position, forcing you to take every bit of what he was giving.

"Logan, I-please... I can't..." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your body shaking uncontrollably as he kept you on the edge, refusing to let you fall, refusing to let you escape.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck, voice a rough whisper.

"You're not done. Not until I say so."

A desperate whimper escaped your lips as another wave of pleasure slammed into you, your mind clouding as the overstimulation became unbearable.

"No-Logan, please... stop..."

But your pleading only seemed to spur him on, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he ignored your cries.

"Begging me already? You've got more in you, sweetheart. I know it." His voice was dark, full of dominance as his hands dragged you back into position, forcing you to take every bit of what he was giving.

"Logan, I-please... I can't..." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your body shaking uncontrollably as he kept you on the edge, refusing to let you fall, refusing to let you escape.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck, voice a rough whisper.

"You're not done. Not until I say so."

Every nerve in your body screamed for release, for an end, but Logan was unrelenting. His movements were rough, determined, each one dragging you deeper into an overwhelming haze of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation pushing you to the brink of consciousness.

"Logan.. please..." It was the last thing you managed to say before your world went black, your body finally giving out under the strain.

When you came to, you were wrapped tightly in his arms, Logan's usually rough expression softened with concern. He was holding you close, his hand stroking your hair gently as he whispered, "I've got you, darlin. You're okay."

His touch, once so demanding, was now soothing, his voice a comforting rumble as he cradled you in the aftermath of what he'd just put you through. "Rest," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll take care of you."

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Kinktober Day4-Somnophila

Summary:Logan fucks you in you’re sleep

Logan woke with a sharp, insistent need throbbing through his body. His mind was still half in a dream, but his senses were fully alert, drawn to the warmth beside him. His partner was fast asleep, curled up comfortably, their breathing slow and steady in the stillness of the night.

His eyes traced over them, lingering on the way the sheets clung to their body.

The agreement they'd made echoed in his mind-they had a deal that if one of them woke up like this, hungry and aching, they could touch each other, even in sleep.

Logan's hand found its way under the blanket, gliding over their skin, warm and soft beneath his rough fingers. He moved slowly at first, savoring the way their body responded in small, sleepy twitches. He pressed his lips against their neck, inhaling the scent of them, that mix of comfort and temptation.

His fingers slipped lower, teasing, his movements gentle at first, testing their sensitivity. They let out a quiet sigh, unconsciously shifting closer to him. He felt their body relax further, even as his touch grew bolder, his desire building like a fire he couldn't put out.

As he explored them, Logan's need deepened. His grip tightened slightly, his restraint starting to slip. He could feel his pulse in his ears, his chest tightening with the mounting tension in his body. The way their body reacted to him-even in sleep-pushed him further. His breathing quickened as he positioned himself closer, grinding softly against them.

A low growl escaped him as his hand moved faster, more insistent now. They shifted beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping their lips, still half-asleep, but responsive. Logan knew they wouldn't wake yet, so he let go of the last bit of his control.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

His breathing grew ragged as he chased his release, every movement more intense than the last. He buried his face in the crook of their neck, his lips brushing over their skin, stifling the primal groans that were threatening to escape.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

Finally, the heat building in his core reached its peak. With a final hard thrust, he came with a deep, guttural growl, his entire body tensing as he spilled inside them. The force of it made his partner stir, their body jerking awake just as the intensity of his climax washed over him.

They blinked in confusion, their eyes still heavy with sleep as they turned to look at him. "Logan...?" they mumbled, their voice soft and drowsy.

He pressed a kiss to their shoulder, panting slightly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. "I couldn't help myself," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.

They let out a sleepy laugh, their hand reaching back to touch his arm. "Guess you really couldn't wait, huh?"

Logan chuckled lowly, pulling them closer to his chest. "Didn't seem like you minded, darlin!"

They hummed in response, snuggling back against him, still half-asleep, content to drift back into slumber as Logan wrapped his arms around them, satisfied and completely at ease.

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Kinktober Day 3- Cockwarming

Summary:You sit on Logan’s cock

The door slams behind you as you toss your keys onto the counter. It had been a long, brutal day, the kind that clung to your skin, making you feel heavy. The weight of it all lingered in your chest, and you knew there was only one person who could help you shake it off.

Logan is already in bed when you walk into the room, sitting up as soon as he sees the tension in your face. His brows furrow, his muscles taut, immediately reading your mood without a word needing to be said. His arms open to you to be a silent invation.

"Rough day, huh?" His voice is gruff but warm as you strip out of your clothes and crawl into bed with him. You don't need to answer; he knows. He always knows.

You straddle his lap, and without much ceremony, he helps guide you down onto his cock, sinking into you slowly.

The stretch is familiar, grounding, and it's exactly what you need. No words, no rushing, just the heat and weight of him filling you, giving you a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

Logan's hands rest on your hips, fingers gripping firmly, and you lean into him, burying your face against his neck. His scent surrounds you-something earthy and raw that always makes you feel safe. You can hear the low rumble of his breathing as he holds himself still inside you, giving you time to settle.

But tonight, the usual calm of cock warming isn't enough. The frustration of the day is still there, thrumming under your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you shift slightly, grinding your hips against him. Logan's breath hitches, and you feel the sharp intake of his chest beneath your cheek.

"Careful," he growls, his voice a deep warning in your ear.

But you need more. You need to feel his strength, his power. You do it again, a little rougher this time, and Logan's grip on your hips tightens, the pressure of his fingers sinking into your skin, hard enough to make you gasp.

"I said, careful," he warns again, his voice rougher now, the edge in his tone enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You smile against his neck, pushing him just a little further, knowing he's holding back for your sake. Another grind of your hips, and this time, Logan's restraint breaks. He growls low in his throat, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

"You wanna push me tonight, huh?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending a thrill through you. His hands grip your ass now, squeezing tight as he holds you still, his cock throbbing inside you.

"You think I don't know what you need?"

He's rougher than usual, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place, but still not giving you the full force of what he's capable of. You whimper against him, the tension in your body begging for release, but Logan's in control now, and you love every second of it.

"You're gonna sit there, nice and still, until I say otherwise," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"No more of this teasing. You had a bad day, sweetheart? Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you."

You try to shift again, but Logan's grip is firm, unyielding, and his cock twitches inside you, making you ache with need. The roughness of his hands, the low rasp of his voice, it's exactly what you wanted-what you craved.

You surrender to him, letting his strength hold you in place as the tension between you builds, his low growls and the pressure of his grip sending waves of heat through your body. Slowly, the frustration of the day begins to ebb away, replaced by the intoxicating closeness of him.

And when Logan finally allows himself to move, it's slow, deliberate, every thrust sending shockwaves through you, his control barely restrained as he gives you exactly what you needed.

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do you write for wade? If so, and if you’re comfortable doing so, may you write a smut fic with Wade x Reader where he has the biggest praise kink when we peg him :3?

Kinktober Day 2- Pegging

Summary:You peg Wade

Wade's praise kink had always been a dirty little secret, buried beneath layers of his typical bravado.

But tonight, the atmosphere buzzed with a different energy as you positioned yourself behind him, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. You held up the red dildo, its smooth, glossy surface glinting in the dim light, promising everything he craved.

"Look at you, so eager," you teased, your voice sultry and low. His breath caught in his throat, and he looked back at you with wide, hungry eyes.

"Yeah? You really think so?" he shot back, attempting to maintain his usual swagger, but the tremor in his voice gave away his true feelings.

"Absolutely," you replied, smirking as you pressed the tip of the dildo against him. "You're such a good boy for me." With a slow, deliberate motion, you pushed it inside, the size stretching him just right. He gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him as you filled him completely.

"Fuck! Yes!" he cried, arching his back instinctively, eager for more. You could feel his body respond, heat radiating off him as you began to thrust deeper. But soon, the intensity began to overwhelm him, and he squirmed slightly, trying to pull away from the sensations washing over him.

"Wait-no! It's too much!" he whimpered, his voice a mix of desperation and need, as he fought against the pleasure threatening to consume him.

"Don't run from it, Wade," you said, your tone firm but encouraging. You held him in place, feeling the tension in his body as you pressed on. "You can take it. Just breathe and let it happen.”

He shook his head, panting heavily as you adjusted your angle, pushing deeper inside him. "I can't! It's-oh my God!" The intensity was driving him to the brink, and his eyes fluttered as he felt the sensations build higher and higher.

"Good boy," you praised, relishing the way he squirmed under you. "You're doing so well. Just let go and enjoy it." Each thrust drew more gasps from him, and you could feel the tightness in his body as he struggled to hold on.

"Please, I-" His words broke off into a series of desperate moans, his body trembling beneath you as you maintained that relentless rhythm. He was a mix of pleasure and desperation, torn between the overwhelming sensations and his instinct to escape.

"Look at me," you commanded, your voice thick with lust as you caught his gaze. "You're perfect like this.

Just give in. I want to see you lose control."

He was shaking now, the pleasure radiating through him, building higher with every thrust. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

"Let go, Wade. Show me how much you want this," you urged, and with one final deep thrust, you felt him shatter.

"Good boy! Just like that," you encouraged, your voice dripping with approval as you watched him break apart, completely at your mercy. The sounds of his moans filled the air, and you relished the sight of him coming undone, the sheer intensity of it all both thrilling and satisfying.

"God, you're incredible," you murmured, wrapping your arms around him as he slowly came down from the high. You held him close, feeling the heat radiating off his body, the rush of pleasure still coursing through him.

Wade sighed, blissfully exhausted, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. A satisfied smile broke through the haze of pleasure on his face, and you could see the delight mingled with disbelief. "I didn't think I could feel that much," he admitted, his voice breathy and slightly shaky.

"Just wait until next time," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. "We'll explore even more."

Wade chuckled, still basking in the afterglow. "I'll need a moment to recover from this one," he said, his grin infectious.

In that moment, both of you knew this would be a night marked by unrestrained pleasure, intimacy, and the thrill of letting go completely. You had unlocked a side of him that he rarely let anyone see, and it felt electrifying to know he was yours, utterly and completely.

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kinktober Day 1- Primal play

Summary:Logan hunts you

The forest felt alive around you as you sprinted through the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.

The cool night air burned your lungs, but you couldn't stop running. Not when Logan was behind you-silent, stalking, letting you get just far enough before he closed the distance.

You knew he was toying with you. Letting you think you could escape. But deep down, you felt it-the inevitable. The low, predatory growl that had started miles back was a constant reminder that he was near, waiting to pounce.

The underbrush scratched at your legs, and the ground shifted beneath your feet. You stumbled slightly, your heart racing even faster as you realized he was closer now. You could almost feel the heat of his presence, the weight of his gaze on you. And then, just as you reached for the next tree to steady yourself

-

He was there.

A sudden rush of movement, a blur of heat and power, and Logan's body slammed into yours. The force knocked the breath out of you, pinning you against the rough bark of the tree. His growl deepened as his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat of him overwhelming in the cool night air. You gasped, your hands splayed against the bark as you felt his hands grip your hips, hard and possessive, pulling you back against him.

There was no escape.

You could hear his ragged breathing, feel the intensity in the way his fingers dug into your skin. His growls vibrated through you, low and primal, as he leaned in close, his lips ghosting over your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp and threatening, as if he was claiming you with every breath.

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as his hips ground against yours, the friction between you undeniable. He didn't speak—there were no words, only the raw, animalistic energy that coursed through him. Every movement was deliberate, overwhelming, and full of intent.

Your hands grasped at the tree, trying to steady yourself as the intensity built, Logan's grip on you tightening. His body pressed harder against yours, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, and you could feel the primal hunger radiating from him, the need to claim you completely.

And then, without warning, he moved, his body surging against yours in a way that left no room for doubt. A gasp escaped your lips, your legs shaking as he took what he wanted, the intensity of it all too much to bear. You whimpered, your body arching into his as he set the pace, the rawness of it making your head spin.

The world around you blurred as the sensations overwhelmed your senses. The rough bark of the tree scraped against your skin, but you barely registered the discomfort. All you could feel was Logan-his strength, his heat, the way he claimed you with every movement.

He growled low in your ear, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as the primal energy between you surged to its peak. The force of his body against yours, the way he moved with such raw purpose, left you breathless. Every part of you was consumed by him, and the intensity of it was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

And just when it felt like you might shatter, Logan slowed. The growls softened, the roughness giving way to something gentler. His hands, once so forceful, now stroked soothingly over your skin, grounding you as you both caught your breath.

Logan's chest rose and fell heavily against your back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breath warm and steady. His grip on you eased, his fingers lightly tracing over the places where his hold had been the firmest, silently checking for any signs of discomfort.

"You okay?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, the primal growl gone, replaced by a gentleness that only appeared in these quiet, intimate moments.

You nodded, still catching your breath, and he slowly pulled you back from the tree, turning you to face him.

The intensity in his gaze was still there, but softer now, concern flickering in his eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender given the rawness of moments before.

"C'mere," Logan murmured, pulling you into his arms.

He held you close, his large hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back, grounding you as the adrenaline slowly faded. His forehead rested against yours, his breathing still deep and steady, as if anchoring himself in the moment with you.

The wildness had passed, but the tenderness remained.

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When It Hurt

Summary: Logan cares for Wade during a painful episode, showing him he’s not alone.

Wade was slipping.

The pain felt different this time—worse. It crawled under his skin, dug into his bones, and wouldn’t let go. He had stopped keeping track of the days, the hours. Time blurred into one endless stream of hurt, and the only constant was the hollow ache deep in his body as it rebelled against him. His healing factor, usually his greatest weapon, was failing him tonight. Every cell felt like it was tearing itself apart.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. He was cold. So cold that his teeth chattered, even as sweat dripped down his scarred face. His body lay sprawled on the floor of his dingy apartment, too weak to rise, too stubborn to call anyone for help. Not that anyone would care, right?

The door creaked open, but Wade didn’t lift his head. He couldn’t muster the strength to react, not even when the familiar heavy footsteps approached. A low sigh cut through the silence, and then that voice, rough as gravel.

“Wade.”

Logan.

Wade’s breath hitched, his body convulsing in a painful shiver. He wanted to say something, crack a joke, but all that came out was a broken whisper. “Logey…? Thought you… swore off visiting my… beautiful face.”

Logan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he knelt beside Wade, his gruff demeanor softening for a moment as he took in the sight of the man lying before him—pale, trembling, and looking more fragile than Logan had ever seen him. Wade was always larger than life, hiding behind endless wisecracks and masks, but now… now he looked small. Vulnerable.

“Christ, Wade. What’ve you done to yourself?” Logan muttered, his brows furrowing. His hands were steady as he gently touched Wade’s face, checking for fever. Cold as ice. “You’re freezing.”

Wade let out a weak laugh, the sound hollow and brittle. “Yeah… I’m a walking popsicle… catch me while you can.” His lips quivered, his voice breaking at the end. He hated this—hated being weak in front of anyone, especially Logan.

Logan didn’t bite at the joke this time. His focus was on getting Wade off the floor, his hands moving with surprising gentleness as he hooked them under Wade’s arms. “C’mon. We gotta get you warmed up,” Logan grumbled, lifting him with ease. Wade’s body was limp, too drained to protest.

The mercenary let out a faint groan as Logan guided him toward the couch, his muscles spasming with every step. It hurt. It all hurt. But he didn’t want Logan to see it—didn’t want to let anyone see how much it hurt.

“Logey, if you wanted to… cuddle, you could’ve… asked,” Wade slurred, trying desperately to keep up the act.

Logan just shook his head, his jaw tight. He laid Wade down on the couch, careful not to jostle him too much. Wade could feel the warmth of Logan’s hands lingering on him even after he pulled away. A shiver wracked his body, and his teeth chattered violently.

Logan grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, covering Wade with it. “You’re a goddamn idiot,” Logan muttered, but there was no anger in his voice—just something that sounded almost… sad.

Wade stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, his vision blurry. “Yeah, but you… you love me,” he whispered, his breath catching on the last word.

Logan froze for a second, his expression flickering with something unreadable. Then, without a word, he disappeared into the kitchen. Wade could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, water running. His body ached, the pain throbbing in every limb, but for the first time in days, he wasn’t completely alone.

Logan returned a few minutes later, kneeling beside the couch with a steaming mug in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He pressed the glass to Wade’s lips, helping him drink. Wade gulped down the cool liquid, grateful for the relief it brought to his parched throat.

Logan watched him, his brow furrowed with concern. “When’s the last time you ate somethin’?”

Wade blinked, trying to remember. The days had bled together, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’d had anything besides a few sips of water. “Who needs food when you’ve got… cancer couture?” he rasped, but the joke fell flat, the usual spark missing from his voice.

Logan’s hand tightened around the mug, and for a moment, Wade thought he was going to snap. But instead, Logan held the mug up to Wade’s mouth, his touch so gentle it almost felt like a dream. Wade sipped slowly, the warmth of the broth spreading through his chest, taking the edge off the freezing cold that had settled deep in his bones.

“You’re not invincible,” Logan said quietly, his voice rough but soft. “I know you act like you are, but… this? This ain’t a joke, Wade.”

Wade’s breath hitched, a lump forming in his throat. Logan didn’t talk like this. Logan didn’t do feelings. But here he was, sitting beside Wade like a goddamn guardian angel, watching over him with that stubborn look of his.

“Hey… don’t… don’t get all mushy on me, Wolvie,” Wade whispered, but the usual sarcasm was gone. His voice cracked, betraying him. “I’m fine… always fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Logan snapped, but then his tone softened again. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

That hit Wade harder than any bullet or blade ever had. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard against the sudden wave of emotion that rose in his chest. The pain was still there, sharp and all-consuming, but so was something else—something warmer, something that cut through the icy numbness that had settled over him.

“Why do you care?” Wade asked, his voice barely a whisper now. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Logan’s steady gaze. “Why… do you always come back?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. His expression was stoic, but Wade could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hand gripped the edge of the couch like he was holding something back. Finally, Logan spoke, his voice low and raw.

“Because you’re not alone in this,” he said, his eyes never leaving Wade’s. “No matter how much you act like you wanna be.”

Wade’s breath caught in his throat, and for once, he didn’t have a joke. Didn’t have anything to say to that. Instead, he just let the words settle, let the warmth of Logan’s presence wrap around him like the blanket tucked over his shaking form.

Logan stayed by his side, not moving, not saying another word. He didn’t have to. Wade closed his eyes, feeling the heaviness in his chest start to loosen, just a little.

It still hurt—God, it hurt so much—but with Logan there, it was bearable. He wasn’t fine, not by a long shot. But he wasn’t alone.

And for now, that was enough.

Logan with a Dom! Woman

Description: Logan with a Dom!woman

Warning: Smut

Request: hellooo!!! may I request a fic with a submissive Logan howlett and a dom!fem!reader who consensually gropes him man titties whilst riding him to the point where Logan can’t even use words anymore because of the amount of ecstasy he feels during this experience :O????

Logan being submissive? Wade would laugh 

The big bad Wolvy under a beautiful woman moaning and losing his shit as she plays with his man tits? Yes 

Logan was never one for being submissive…That was until Y/N came along.

She loved being the one in control and constantly took action.

The first time they had sex, Logan was on top and took control

She let him. She let him have his fun and got him thinking that he was the one with the power 

But as little mix says, “You’re the man but I got the, I got the power.” 

She loved watching Logan’s face turn red as she whispered what she wanted to do to him in his ear. 

He wasn’t used to this type of dominance from anyone. 

Logan was in shock when they were fucking and Y/N got him on his back and took control. 

She looked so sexy on top of him as she rode him hard and fast. She was chasing her orgasm but wanted to deny him of his. 

To show him that she wasn’t playing. 

The second he was about to cum she slid off him and he glared at her. 

She chuckled and shrugged, “You aren’t cumming just yet.” She said. 

He was in shock by this but watched as she instructed him to sit up against the headboard. 

He was curious as to what was to come (hopefully him) so he did as he was told.

He hated not being in control but that would soon be forgotten about. 

As Y/N rode him she had the urge to play with him like he does her. 

He had the perfect set of man tits and they were begging to be played with.

She leaned forward and licked and sucked on one of his nipples and the other one she was using her hand to play with. 

Logan wasn’t one to moan and whine but that set him off.

Activate Sub!Logan 

This man was whiny like a bitch in heat as Y/N played with his tits and rode his dick. 

She told him he couldn’t cum but he was begging her to let him. 

“Please please sweetheart I need to cum.” She awed at his plea and giggled. 

His face was red and he was breathing hard. 

He really enjoyed the feeling of her hands and mouth on his tits. 

“You’ve been a good boy for me Wolvy. You can cum.” 

His orgasm was shattering. He has never felt anything like that before. 

Y/N watched as his eyes rolled back and he whimpered and whined as she rode out his orgasm. 

She had 3 orgasms prior so she was set just to pleasure him. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out after he caught his breath. 

“How was that?” She asked, still sitting on him. 

“Fucking amazing.” 

He was not opposed to that happening again. 

“Good.” She purred. “Because I’m not one to beg and plead so you better get used to it.”

Silent Exchange

Summary: Logan, working as a prostitute, meets a client who only wants to talk. In their conversation, Logan faces the emptiness he’s been running from.

The bar was thick with sweat, blood, and smoke, and Logan stood in the middle of the cage, his chest heaving from another brutal fight. The crowd roared around him, but he tuned them out, his senses dulled to the chaos. The opponent lay crumpled on the mat, and Logan wiped a streak of blood from his knuckles. It wasn’t his.

He grabbed his coat from the edge of the cage and slipped it over his broad shoulders, walking toward the back without looking back at the crowd or the unconscious man. He’d seen it all before—too many times to count. It was just another fight. Just another night.

As he ducked through the narrow corridor, Vic, his so-called “manager,” stood leaning against the wall. Vic was a rat of a man, always looking for the next quick buck, always knowing how to push Logan’s buttons.

“Logan, you killed it tonight, man,” Vic said, that slimy grin plastered on his face. “But you know, the fights? They’re small-time compared to what you could be making.”

Logan didn’t stop, barely acknowledging Vic as he passed him.

“C’mon, Logan,” Vic called after him. “I got real offers! Men and women, high rollers. They pay a premium for someone like you.”

Logan paused, jaw clenching. He could hear Vic’s grin even without looking. He’d been running from offers like this for a long time. But the money from the fights wasn’t enough anymore. And something about the grind of it all was wearing him down.

“How much?” Logan asked without turning around.

Vic’s grin spread wider. “Enough to make it worth your time. They like ’em strong. Like a beast. Someone who can take whatever they throw at ’em.”

Logan closed his eyes for a second. He knew exactly what Vic meant. He’d seen it before, been offered it before. But tonight, something inside him gave in.

“Fine,” Logan muttered, his voice low.

The first client was a woman, older, draped in diamonds and arrogance. Her perfume was thick, filling the room like a fog, suffocating. She didn’t speak much, just took him in with a gaze that said she’d already owned him before he’d even stepped through the door.

Logan let her. He’d learned to detach himself, to let his mind drift as his body did what was expected. She wanted someone rough, someone who could take whatever she dished out. He gave her that. And when it was over, he left without a word, pocketing the envelope she’d left on the bedside table.

The clients came and went after that. Sometimes men, sometimes women. Some wanted him to be gentle, others wanted to test his limits. None of it mattered to Logan. He was just a body, just muscle and bone, flesh that healed too fast for any of it to leave a mark. It was just another kind of fight. A different kind of cage.

The money was good, though. Better than the fights. He could live off it. But the emptiness followed him out of every hotel room, clinging to him like the stench of cheap perfume and sweat.

He could handle it. He’d handled worse. That’s what he kept telling himself. But every night, it chipped away a little more.

It wasn’t until the night he met him that things began to shift.

Logan walked into the room like he always did, expecting the same motions, the same script. The client was a man in his mid-thirties, clean-cut, his suit well-tailored and his hair slicked back. Logan had seen plenty of guys like him—wealthy, successful, but hollow behind the eyes, looking for something they couldn’t buy with all their money.

They sat across from each other in the hotel room, the man watching Logan quietly.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” the man asked after a moment, his voice calm but tinged with something like nervousness.

Logan grunted. “Yeah.”

The man nodded, still studying him. But unlike the others, he wasn’t eyeing Logan with lust or hunger. His expression was more… curious. Thoughtful, even.

“You ever get tired of it?” the man asked, leaning forward slightly. “Doing this?”

Logan frowned. “It’s a job,” he said flatly. “Same as any other.”

The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that all it is to you? Just a job?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. He didn’t know how to respond to that. Most clients didn’t care. Most of them just wanted to get what they paid for and move on. But this guy… he wanted more. He wanted to talk.

“What do you want?” Logan asked, his voice gruff.

The man leaned back in his chair, his expression softening. “I didn’t hire you to… do what you think. I just wanted to talk.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, the tension in his body easing slightly. This wasn’t what he’d expected. Not at all.

“Talk,” Logan repeated, the word foreign in his mouth. “That’s all?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. That’s all.”

Logan was silent for a long moment, unsure of what to do with this. Talking wasn’t part of the deal. It never had been. But this man—he wasn’t asking for anything else. He wasn’t demanding or pushing Logan into that familiar role.

“Why?” Logan finally asked, his voice low.

The man sighed softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Because… I’m tired. Tired of everything feeling so empty. I’ve been paying for company for years, but it’s always the same. No matter what I do, no matter how much I pay, it never fills the hole.”

Logan felt a strange twinge of recognition in the man’s words. He knew that feeling all too well.

The man looked up at him again, eyes soft but serious. “You ever feel that way? Like no matter what you do, nothing fills the void?”

Logan clenched his jaw, the weight of the question settling heavily on him. He could brush it off, pretend like he didn’t understand. But the truth was, the man was right. Logan had been running from that void for as long as he could remember.

“Yeah,” Logan muttered. “I get it.”

They sat in silence for a while, the usual tension of these encounters fading away. There was no expectation, no transaction. Just two men sitting in a hotel room, both carrying the weight of their own emptiness.

“You don’t have to stay,” the man said softly. “If this isn’t what you want.”

Logan shook his head. “No. It’s fine.”

He didn’t know why he stayed. Maybe because, for once, there was no need to turn it all off. No need to shut down. For once, he wasn’t just a body, wasn’t just a tool for someone else’s pleasure.

And for the first time in a long while, that felt like enough.

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“Instant Connection”

Summary: Logan and Laura visit a library where Laura instantly senses a connection between her dad and the friendly librarian, knowing they’re meant to click.

(Technically, this is a part two to the library smile)

Logan had promised Laura he’d take her to the library after their latest mission—nothing too intense, just a simple in-and-out that somehow ended up with Logan covered in mud and Laura sporting a new tear in her jacket. A quiet trip to the library felt like a fair trade.

As they stepped inside, Logan immediately noticed the cozy warmth of the place. The scent of old books and fresh coffee hung in the air. He felt out of place, with his rugged appearance contrasting against the library’s calm ambiance. Laura, however, darted off with purpose toward the children’s section, her favorite place to be on these trips.

Logan wandered through the aisles, trying to keep an eye on Laura while scanning for anything that might catch his interest. That’s when he saw you. You were behind the front desk, your head buried in a book, your fingers gently flipping the pages. You looked up briefly, catching his gaze. Logan quickly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Laura, who had been observing her dad from behind a bookshelf, noticed the way Logan kept glancing in your direction. A knowing grin spread across her face. She had never seen Logan this… distracted. Curious, she approached you, tugging at your sleeve gently.

“Excuse me, miss,” Laura asked, her voice sweet and innocent. “Do you have any books on, um… special families?”

You smiled warmly at her, nodding. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Follow me, and I’ll show you where they are.” As you led Laura to a nearby section, she asked, “Do you like working here?”

You chuckled softly, “I do. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. And I get to help people find stories they love.”

Laura’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, “Like my dad?”

You glanced over at Logan, who was now pretending to be interested in a random shelf of books. “Is that your dad?” you asked, your eyes lingering on him a bit longer this time.

“Yep!” Laura replied proudly. “He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy. Likes reading… sometimes.” She shot a grin back at Logan, who was watching with a puzzled expression. “Maybe you could help him find a good book. Something to help him relax?”

You laughed softly. “I’d be happy to try.”

Logan, sensing he was being talked about, slowly approached, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry if she’s bothering you,” he mumbled.

“Oh, no bother at all,” you replied, your smile wide and inviting. “She’s quite the charming little helper. She thinks you might need a good book recommendation.”

Logan raised an eyebrow at Laura, who just gave him a cheeky grin. “Yeah, well, she might be right about that.”

You chuckled again and handed him a book. “Maybe start with this one. It’s got a bit of everything—adventure, a little romance, and some good old-fashioned heroics.”

Logan took the book from you, feeling the warmth of your hand linger on the cover. “Thanks… I’ll give it a shot.”

Laura, standing between you both, looked back and forth, her grin growing wider by the second. She nudged Logan’s leg with her foot, whispering loudly, “Told you she’s nice, Dad.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly. “Yeah, kid, you’re right… She is.”

And in that moment, Laura knew. She saw the way Logan’s usually guarded expression softened when he looked at you, and how your smile seemed to brighten just a little more when you spoke to him. She didn’t need any more proof. She knew her dad had just met someone special.

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The Choice

Summary:On a mission, Logan chooses Jean over Celine, who painfully realizes he would always choose Jean.

Logan had fought in countless battles, faced impossible odds, but today was different. The mission had spiraled out of control, and the air was thick with smoke and shouts. Logan’s claws sliced through enemy lines as he fought with everything he had, but his mind kept drifting back to the two women behind him.

Jean Grey, his ex-lover, was struggling just a few steps away. Her face was strained, her hands shaking as she held up a psychic barrier against the onslaught. They had been something once—intense, complicated, and real. Even after it ended, the connection between them never truly severed. He felt it now, a pull he couldn’t ignore.

Across the battlefield, Celine fought fiercely, her movements sharp and calculated. Logan had promised her everything. Promised her he’d always be there, always come back. But as he turned his gaze back to Jean, who collapsed to her knees, clutching her temples in agony, his heart twisted.

Jean screamed, and it cut through him like a knife. Her shields shattered, leaving her defenseless against the incoming barrage. Logan’s instincts screamed at him to go to her, to protect her like he always had.

“Logan!” Celine’s voice broke through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “We need to retreat, now!”

But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jean. “I can’t leave her,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Celine’s voice sharpened. “Logan, don’t make me choose between you and her!”

He finally turned to face Celine, and in her eyes, he saw the realization of what was coming. Her lips trembled, but her gaze held steady, hard.

“Why?” she challenged, her voice biting. “Because you would choose her?”

His throat tightened. He hated this—hated the truth that hung between them like a sword. But he couldn’t lie. “Yeah,” he rasped, “I’ll choose her.”

Something in Celine’s expression shifted, her eyes going cold and distant, like shutters slamming shut. Her face went blank, devoid of emotion. “Fine,” she said, her tone flat, almost disinterested. “Do what you have to do.”

Logan hesitated, but the urgency of the situation pressed him. He sprinted toward Jean, scooping her up and carrying her toward the Blackbird, his heart heavy. He knew he’d crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.

When he reached the jet, he placed Jean inside, making sure she was stable. Then he turned to look at Celine. She was already at the controls, her expression icy, unreadable. She didn’t even glance his way.

“Celine…” he began, desperate to find the words.

“Don’t bother,” she cut in coldly, her tone like frost. “You made your choice, Logan. Now live with it.”

He flinched, feeling the sting of her words like a slap. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes flicked to him, empty and cold. “You didn’t,” she replied, her voice chilling in its calmness. “You just showed me where we stand.”

Logan swallowed hard, realizing just how deeply he’d wounded her. But she turned away, dismissing him entirely, focusing on the controls as if he were no longer there. The engines roared to life, and the jet began to ascend, but her silence was louder than the roar.

She didn’t look at him again, her gaze fixed forward, her posture rigid and unyielding. Logan felt a hollow ache settle in his chest, knowing he had just lost something vital, something he might never get back.

As they flew into the night, Celine remained silent, her expression like stone, a barrier he knew he’d never be able to breach again.

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“Night Terrors and Novelties”

Summary: Logan's nightmares make him fear he's killed Wade, but Wade always wakes up and reassures him he's staying.

Logan’s eyes snapped open in the dead of night, the familiar darkness of the room closing in around him like a suffocating shroud. His heart was pounding, breath coming in ragged gasps as the remnants of his nightmare faded, leaving a deep, gnawing dread in their wake. His hands were cold, and he realized, with a sinking feeling, that his claws were already out, stained with blood.

No, no, no… not again.

His gaze fell to Wade beside him, his body still, the sheets soaked red. Logan’s breath caught in his throat. For a second, he was frozen—he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He had done this. Again.

He wrenched his claws out of Wade’s chest, his hands trembling as he backed away, the metallic tang of blood filling his nose. “Wade… Wade, wake up,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of his panic. His heart hammered in his chest like a war drum, each beat louder than the last. “Please… don’t be dead.”

But Wade didn’t move.

The seconds stretched on, each one a lifetime of guilt, fear, and self-loathing. Logan felt his stomach twist painfully, his chest tightening until he could barely breathe. Memories of past mistakes, past losses, crashed down on him like a wave—Jean’s lifeless face, Mariko’s broken body, the countless others who had paid the price for getting too close. And now Wade…

“No, please… God, no…” Logan whispered, his voice broken, choked with emotion. He sank to his knees beside the bed, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly his knuckles turned white. He hadn’t felt this kind of terror in years, this raw, primal fear that he was a danger to everyone he cared about, that he was destined to hurt them, to destroy them.

He reached out, hesitating, afraid to touch Wade, to confirm what he already feared. But then Wade gasped suddenly, a ragged breath filling his lungs, and his eyes fluttered open. Logan’s heart lurched, relief flooding through him so violently it nearly brought him to tears.

Wade blinked up at him, disoriented, before a familiar, pained grin spread across his face. “Oh, great,” he wheezed, voice strained but still laced with that damn humor. “Didn’t know I was auditioning for a remake of Psycho tonight. You got me good, Logan.”

Logan’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. He felt the tears sting his eyes, and he turned his head away, ashamed. “Wade… I thought… I thought I killed you.”

Wade chuckled softly, though it came out more as a wheeze. “Nah, buddy. You’ll have to try a little harder than that.” But when he saw the look on Logan’s face—the fear, the guilt—his smile faltered. Wade’s expression softened, a rare seriousness settling over him.

He reached out, his hand brushing Logan’s, blood still seeping from the wound that was already starting to close. “Logan,” he said quietly, “I’m okay. I can’t die, remember?”

But Logan’s shoulders sagged, his eyes glassy. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion. “I still did this. I still—hurt you.”

Wade sat up slowly, wincing a little but never breaking his gaze from Logan’s. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to. I know that.”

Logan shook his head, his jaw clenched, his breath coming out in harsh, uneven bursts. “Doesn’t change anything,” he said, his voice low, haunted. “Every damn time… every time I close my eyes… I see them. The ones I couldn’t save. The ones I—” He broke off, swallowing hard. “And now… you.”

Wade’s face softened even more, his usually flippant demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic tenderness. He scooted closer, ignoring the pain still radiating from his chest. “Logan… listen to me. I’m here, okay? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

But Logan’s eyes were distant, his hands still trembling. “I can’t… I can’t lose another person, Wade. I can’t wake up one day and find out that I… that I killed you for real.”

Wade’s grip tightened on Logan’s arm, pulling him closer, his voice firmer. “You’re not gonna lose me. Not like this. I’m tougher than I look. And besides,” he added, his tone softening again, “I’d come back just to haunt your ass if you did.”

Logan let out a hollow, bitter laugh, but the fear didn’t leave his eyes. Wade’s thumb brushed gently over Logan’s knuckles, trying to steady the shaking in his hands.

The next few nights, it happened again. And again. Logan would wake up in a cold sweat, claws out, eyes wide with terror. Wade would stir moments later, a groan escaping his lips as he sat up, his chest or side or shoulder freshly wounded but already healing.

Each time, Wade would pull Logan close, repeating, “I’m here, I’m okay,” until Logan’s breathing slowed, until the tension in his muscles eased just a fraction. But Logan’s eyes always held that haunted look, the one that said he was reliving every nightmare, every failure, every moment where he’d been too late to save someone.

One night, after another episode, Logan sat at the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands. Wade watched him, his heart aching in a way that wasn’t caused by his healing wounds.

“Logan,” Wade whispered, leaning forward, “you’re still here too. You’re still fighting. And I know it’s hard… but you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me.”

Logan’s shoulders shook, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. “But what if I lose you?” he choked out. “What if one day… I’m not fast enough?”

Wade slid beside him, wrapping his arms around Logan’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You won’t,” he murmured. “And even if you did, I’d come back. I always do. For you.”

Logan didn’t respond, his eyes shut tight against the tears threatening to fall. Wade held him tighter, whispering soft reassurances, staying with him until the sun began to rise, and the nightmares were just shadows fading in the light.

But even in the daylight, Wade could see the sadness in Logan’s eyes, the way he carried his grief like an open wound. And all Wade could do was hold him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could keep the darkness at bay for one more night.

And so, they sat there in the quiet of the morning, Wade’s hand never leaving Logan’s, his voice a steady, soothing murmur in the silence, promising over and over again that he wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how many times Logan’s fears tried to say otherwise.

I can’t figure out how to use the read more option sorry😅

Okay so.

What if Logan had a nightmare episode where he wakes up all claws out and stabbing Wade in the chest.

What if he forgot that Wade can’t die from that?

What if Wade didn’t wake up straight away and Logan panicked thinking he’d killed another partner?

But when Wade wakes up, very much not dead, more just huffy that one of his stupid novelty shirts got ripped than anything, and Logan just has to hold him for a little.

Wade kinda realises after this happens more than once of why Logan panics, and so after a few recurring incidents, Wade comforts him, reminds Logan that he’s okay, that he’s still there no matter how many times he gets skewered.

I dunno I think the angsty fluffy potential of that is good

Love your writing! Can I request a fic where worst!Logan gets short in the head or like knocked or smith and when he wakes up the first thing he sees is readers face, kneeling in front of him? It kinda shocks wade how in every reality Logan falls for reader

Across Every Universe

Summary: Logan wakes up to the reader's face, and Deadpool notes he falls for her in every reality.

The world is spinning. Logan’s head feels like it’s been split in two, and he can’t tell if it’s from the blow he took or just the sheer exhaustion of everything. He blinks, trying to focus on something, anything. Pain lances through his skull, and for a moment, he wonders if this time, they finally did him in.

Then he sees a face—a familiar face—kneeling in front of him, eyes wide with worry.

“Logan?” The voice is soft, panicked. He knows that voice. It’s always the same, always her.

He blinks again, trying to clear the fog from his vision. Her hand is on his cheek, warm and steady, and he swears he can feel his healing factor working just a little faster because of it.

“Hey, you with me?” she asks, her voice a gentle tether pulling him back from the edge of oblivion.

He tries to speak, but his throat feels like it’s full of gravel. Instead, he just nods, reaching up to cover her hand with his. Her presence soothes him, anchors him in a way he can’t quite explain.

“Unbelievable,” comes a voice from somewhere behind her, dripping with disbelief and just a little bit of amusement. “Every damn time.”

Logan shifts his gaze past her to see Wade Wilson standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his mask slightly askew from whatever scrap they just had. Wade shakes his head, his mouth twisting into a smirk that Logan wants to knock clean off his face.

“Every universe, every timeline,” Wade continues, pointing between Logan and the reader, “you always fall for her. No matter what. It’s like some cosmic joke, and I’m the only one in on it.”

The reader turns to glare at Wade. “Could you be serious for once? He just got his head knocked in!”

Wade throws up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. It’s like you two are star-crossed or something, but in a super cheesy, rom-com way.” He pauses, considering. “Actually, more like one of those soap operas. Will they, won’t they, are they—”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan growls, voice rough but gaining strength. He pushes himself up to sit, still holding onto the reader’s hand as if she might disappear if he lets go. “What the hell happened?”

The reader turns her attention back to him, brows furrowed in concern. “You took a hit to the head. We were surrounded, and you stepped in front of me.”

Logan frowns, piecing together fragments of memory. “Yeah… I remember that.” He shakes his head slightly. “Why’d you do that?”

She smiles, a small, exasperated thing that lights up her face. “Maybe because I like having you around, dumbass.”

Logan can’t help but chuckle, even though it hurts his ribs. “That makes one of us.”

Wade snorts. “Oh, please. You two are like a badly written love song, but somehow it always ends up being the top hit on every playlist.”

Logan rolls his eyes but squeezes the reader’s hand tighter. “Why don’t you take a walk, Wade? Go find someone else to annoy.”

Wade grins. “Oh, I think I’ll stick around. Wouldn’t want to miss the moment you realize—yet again—that you’re head over heels.”

Logan sighs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing at his lips. Because as much as he hates to admit it, Wade isn’t wrong. In every universe, every reality, every damn timeline, it always comes down to this: him and her.

Maybe it’s fate. Or maybe it’s just that some things are meant to be, no matter how many times the world tries to knock him down.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

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(English isn’t my first language)

Hey bub! I was going to ask for a Logan x fem!mutant!oc age gap scenario like where he found her in a mission (she would be around 17-18 y.o back then) and the X-men decided to take her to the school. Logan became her mentor, practically raised her and she has been so good to him. One night she comes into his room because she is having nightmares, he lets her sleep there and regrets it after accidentally almost killing her with his claws when he was having another night terror. She gets into a coma for a month and when she wakes up she sees that he is gone without a goodbye or a note. Two years passes and he didn’t communicate with her or anyone else during the time. And he comes back home. She is a brat who is demanding answers, not like the good girl he left behind, he gets mad too and they fight. Seeing she had grown up into a young beautiful woman in her first twenties, Logan starts to feel something else for her but he doesn’t wanna ruin her because she is too young. He is also aware of her little crush on him she held for a long time.

(If there is something in this scenario making you uncomfortable I’m so sorry for that and you can just ignore this.)

When the Dust Settles (warnings: grooming)

Summary: Logan rescues a young mutant and becomes her mentor, but after a tragic accident, he leaves without a word. Two years later, he returns, only to face the fierce young woman she has become and the unresolved tension between them.

Logan’s team approached the dilapidated warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the heavy rain. The mission briefing had hinted at a secret lab dealing in illegal mutant experimentation, but nothing could have prepared them for the chaos that awaited inside.

The warehouse was dimly lit, its vast interior filled with the hum of machinery and the hiss of steam. Logan, leading the charge, signaled for his team to spread out. They moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the target.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and the crackle of electricity echoed through the building. Logan quickened his pace, his senses heightened. They turned a corner and found themselves facing a scene of turmoil.

A young mutant girl, barely more than seventeen, was restrained by armed guards. Her powers were out of control—electricity arced from her hands, and her eyes glowed with a fierce light. The guards, terrified and struggling, tried in vain to subdue her with energy restraints and tranquilizers, but nothing seemed to work.

“Get back!” Logan ordered, his voice cutting through the noise. He sprang into action, claws extended, his anger boiling. He charged at the guards, dispatching them with quick, precise strikes.

The girl’s eyes locked onto him, a mix of fear and desperation in her gaze. “Help me!” she cried, her voice strained.

Logan moved swiftly to her side, carefully avoiding the dangerous arcs of electricity. “I’m here,” he said, trying to keep his tone calm. “You’re safe now.”

He reached her, using his claws to slice through her restraints. As soon as she was free, she collapsed against him, her energy spent. Logan scooped her up, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Let’s get her out of here,” he instructed his team, who were already securing the area. They moved quickly, navigating their way back through the warehouse, the girl’s breathing shallow and labored against Logan’s chest.

Back at the X-Men’s base, the girl was taken to the infirmary. Logan stayed by her side, his concern palpable as doctors worked to stabilize her. The power surge had left her exhausted and injured, but she was safe for now.

In the days that followed, Logan became her anchor, guiding her through her new life with the X-Men. Their bond grew stronger, and he took on the role of mentor and protector, helping her harness her powers and navigate the complexities of her new world.

As the sun began to set one evening, Logan and the girl finished a grueling training session. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, and the air was filled with the faint scent of the forest. Logan wiped his brow with the back of his hand and grinned at her, his pride evident.

“You’re improving, kid. Keep it up,” he said, his voice rough but warm.

The girl, her hair sticking to her face, smiled back, her exhaustion giving way to a sense of accomplishment. “Thanks, Logan. I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Just don’t let it go to your head. We’ve still got a lot to work on.”

They walked back to the mansion together, their easy camaraderie evident in their playful banter. Logan felt a rare sense of contentment as he watched her, knowing he was helping her find her strength and confidence.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan invited the girl to join him for a movie night in the common room. He’d set up a cozy spot with blankets and snacks, determined to give her a break from training and responsibilities.

As they settled in, the girl looked at the setup with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. “I didn’t know you had a soft side.”

Logan shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “Everyone needs a break now and then. Besides, you’ve been working hard. Thought you deserved a little downtime.”

They watched a classic film, and as the night wore on, Logan noticed the girl snuggling closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He shifted slightly to make her more comfortable, feeling a warmth in his chest as she sighed contentedly.

One rainy afternoon, the girl was feeling particularly down. She had been struggling with controlling her powers and was frustrated by her lack of progress. Logan found her sitting alone on the edge of the training grounds, her shoulders slumped.

He sat down beside her and placed a comforting hand on her back. “You’re doing great. It’s okay to have off days. Even the best have them.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I feel like I’m failing.”

Logan shook his head and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “You’re not failing. You’re learning, and learning takes time. Just remember, you’re not alone in this.”

She leaned into him, finding solace in his steady presence. Logan wrapped an arm around her, his touch reassuring. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised, his voice firm but gentle.

On her birthday, Logan decided to do something special for her. He organized a small surprise party with a few close friends and decorated the common room with colorful streamers and balloons.

When she walked in, her eyes widened in surprise. “Logan, you did all this for me?”

He shrugged, trying to hide his own smile. “Figured you deserved a celebration. Besides, you’re pretty important to us.”

They spent the evening laughing, eating cake, and playing games. As the party wound down, Logan handed her a small wrapped gift. “Happy Birthday,” he said, his voice soft.

She opened the gift to find a locket with a picture of the two of them training together. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Logan. This means a lot.”

Logan patted her back, his own emotions barely contained. “You’re welcome. You’re family now.”

As time passed, their relationship deepened, but Logan remained haunted by the memory of the chaos and the girl’s frightened eyes. The guilt of the mission and the responsibility he felt for her well-being weighed heavily on him.

One night, the girl, now a young woman in her early twenties, came to Logan’s room, trembling from a nightmare. Despite his reservations, Logan allowed her to stay, letting her sleep beside him for comfort. However, his own nightmares and night terrors soon became a danger to her. In his restless state, he accidentally extended his claws, grazing her in a moment of panic.

When he awoke and saw her injured, his heart sank. She was rushed back to the infirmary, and Logan was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. The girl fell into a coma, and as days turned into weeks, Logan’s guilt and regret festered.

A month later, she awoke to an empty room. Logan had vanished without a word, leaving no explanation for his departure. The girl, now deeply hurt and confused, threw herself into her training, her grief transforming into a fierce determination.

Two years later, Logan returned, his absence marked by an unsettling silence. He found her transformed—strong, assertive, and no longer the timid girl he had left behind. Their reunion was fraught with tension and unresolved emotions.

“Why did you leave?” she demanded, her voice echoing with pain and anger. “Didn’t I mean anything to you?”

Logan’s face twisted with guilt. “You did. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with hurt. “To leave me without a word? To hurt me?”

Logan’s frustration boiled over. “I was trying to protect you! I didn’t know how to fix what I’d done. I needed time to figure things out.”

“Time? You took two years!” she shouted. “You could’ve at least left a note or something. Instead, you just disappeared. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

Logan’s voice was a growl now. “I was a mess! I couldn’t face you after what happened. I thought it was better if I stayed away until I could deal with my own demons.”

She glared at him, tears streaming down her face. “You think running away was the answer? You left me alone to deal with everything by myself, and now you come back expecting things to be the same?”

Logan tried to reach for her, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “I know I messed up. I’m sorry. But seeing you like this, so strong and different—”

She jerked away from him. “Different? You mean I’m not the same scared kid you left behind? Maybe I grew up because I had no choice but to. But don’t you dare think that makes what you did okay.”

Their argument escalated, exposing old wounds and unspoken feelings. Logan struggled with his growing attraction to her, torn between his feelings and the fear of acting on them. He was painfully aware of the crush she had harbored for him, but the age difference and his own insecurities clouded his judgment.

As they navigated their fraught relationship, both Logan and the girl had to confront their past and face the future with the uncertainty of their new dynamic. The path forward would be complex, but their journey was just beginning.

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