When It Hurt

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.

(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 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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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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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.”

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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