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😭

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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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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.

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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“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

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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