Hiii, I Love How U Write For Logan And I Saw Ur Requests Were Open So If Its Okay Could I Request Just

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

thank you 🫶🏾

Fluff Headcanons

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

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

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

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

Spicy Headcanons

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

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

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

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Hello!

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

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

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

Thank you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kinktober Day10-Double Penetration

Summary: Wade and Logan fuck you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good girl🎀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kinktober 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.

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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