(English Isnt My First Language)

(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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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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“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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“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

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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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.”