Kinktober Day 3- Cockwarming

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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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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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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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

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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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“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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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.