Instant Connection

“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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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.

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.

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 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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