Kinktober Day12-Mirror Sex

Kinktober Day12-Mirror Sex

Summary: Logan fucks you infront of the mirror

Logan stood behind you, his rough hands sliding down your hips, pulling you back until you were flush against him. He met your gaze in the mirror, his intense stare capturing yours. "Keep those eyes on me," he murmured, voice rough and thick with intent. The way he said it made your breath hitch, and you gave a small nod, too caught up in the moment to do anything but obey.

He pushed forward, his grip firm as he held you steady. "Look at yourself, darlin'" he growled softly. "I want you to see what you do to me." The heat in his gaze never wavered as he moved, each thrust drawing out a gasp from you that seemed to make his smirk deepen. The reflection showed every little reaction, each shiver and sigh, and you couldn't help but feel the thrill that came with watching yourself under his control.

You could feel his breath against your neck, warm and ragged. "You like this, don't you?" he teased, a smug smile curving his lips. "Seein' yourself like this... seein' how good you make me feel." His words sent a shiver through you, and he leaned closer, pressing a kiss just below your ear before nipping at the sensitive skin there. It was intoxicating, how every word made you want him more.

"Logan, please," you breathed, your hands clutching the edge of the dresser for support as he picked up the pace.

The reflection showed how you were coming undone, completely at his mercy. He chuckled lowly, his voice taunting as he whispered, "Patience, sweetheart. We're just gettin' started." His gaze never left yours, challenging you to hold on just a little longer as he kept that rhythm.

By the end, his hand came up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze again in the mirror. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive pride that sent a thrill through you. "Look how perfect you are for me." The words lingered as he pulled you even closer, making sure you both saw just how lost you were in each other.

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Kinktober Day11-CNC

Summary: Logan’s an intruder

(Idk I’m trying something new with using she instead of reader and now I realize tht dumb😑🥲).

She's winding down for the night, completely unaware that Logan's shadow has crept into the room. Before she knows it, he's on her, his strong hand gripping her wrists and pinning her hard against the wall. She gasps, fear flashing in her eyes as his other hand covers her mouth, silencing her before she can cry out. She squirms and kicks, every fiber of her being telling her to fight, to push him away.

"No... stop, please," she whispers, her voice muffled and breathless beneath his grip. Logan's lips hover near her ear, his voice low and unyielding. "Struggle all you want, sweetheart-you're not getting away from me tonight."

She claws at his arms, twisting and trying to break his hold, every movement wild with desperation. But Logan barely flinches, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk as she puts up her hardest fight. His restraint only tightens, meeting each of her frantic struggles with that same effortless resistance. The amusement in his eyes is chilling, her pulse quickening as she senses just how outmatched she is.

When she tries to shove him away one last time, her palms pressing against his chest, Logan catches her wrists with ease, pinning them above her head. He leans in close, his breath warm against her skin—a jarring contrast to his rough handling. "I told you... there's no getting away from me," he growls, his voice sending a ripple of fear and anticipation through her, her resistance starting to fade.

Breathless, she finally stops fighting, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and surrender. Logan's eyes soften slightly, though he doesn't release her, holding her firmly with one hand while the other traces possessively over her skin. Every touch is rough but calculated, reminding her just who's in control here. She's left with no choice but to accept his command, her pulse racing as she gives in completely.

As he continues, his words are barely more than a whisper, full of dark promise. Despite the fear laced through the intensity, there's trust anchoring every action, every rough touch.

Logan's fully aware of his own strength, keeping her on the edge without crossing any line. In the end, the thrill, the adrenaline, and her surrender only strengthen the moment, binding them in an unforgettable rush of passion and control.

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Love ur writing sm!!! Was wondering if you could do logan x reader pining headcannons? Like how he would be around his crush etc😳😳😳

1. Silent Admiration

Logan isn’t the type to outright say he has a crush, but his eyes give him away. He catches himself staring, quickly looking away when you notice. He might glance over when he thinks you’re focused elsewhere, admiring little things about you—your smile, how you laugh, or how you focus intently on your tasks.

2. Protective but Low-Key

Logan would be extra protective without making it obvious. He’ll place himself between you and potential danger, or throw in a gruff “be careful” anytime you’re heading out. If anyone so much as gives you a hard time, he’s suddenly close by, shooting them a dark look.

3. Acts of Service

Logan would find small ways to make your day easier, even if it’s just bringing you coffee or fixing something that’s broken. He might play it off casually, but he finds satisfaction in knowing he’s done something helpful for you.

4. Light Teasing

His teasing takes on a slightly warmer edge when it’s directed at you. He’d give you a hard time about small things, but he’d make sure his smile or tone gives away that he means no harm. Teasing is his way of testing the waters to see if you’ll playfully tease him back.

5. Awkward Compliments

Logan’s usually pretty smooth, but around his crush, he’s uncharacteristically awkward with compliments. They come out half-formed or gruffly muttered, like, “Ya look good… or whatever.” He’ll clear his throat and change the subject right after, hoping you didn’t catch the blush rising up his neck.

6. Subtle Touches

Physical contact from Logan might be rare, but with his crush, he might linger a bit longer than necessary when helping you up or patting your back. He’s careful not to overstep, but those small touches betray how much he wants to be close.

7. Jealousy He Can’t Hide

Logan isn’t one to act out, but he can’t help the way his jaw clenches when he sees you with someone else. He’d be distant or grumpier than usual afterward, his usual protective instincts flaring up, even though he’d rather not admit it.

8. Extra Effort in His Appearance

Logan’s not a man who spends much time worrying about how he looks, but when he’s got a crush, he might make a bit more of an effort. You might catch him running a hand through his hair or tugging at his shirt, almost as if he’s trying to make sure he looks halfway presentable.

9. Nervous Around You, Smooth Around Others

With everyone else, he’s his usual confident self, but with you, he gets a little quieter, almost shy. He’s not used to feeling nervous, and it throws him off. You might catch him tripping over his words or avoiding eye contact, which is a big tell that you’ve gotten under his skin.

10. Always There When You Need Him

No matter what, Logan’s there for you. If you’re having a bad day, he’s the first to offer a quiet ear, sometimes with no words at all, just his steady presence.

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Kinktober Day16- Spanking

Summary: Logan spanks Wade.

Logan walked into the room, towel slung over his shoulder, expecting to find his usual stash of weapons neatly laid out. Instead, he was greeted by a horror show of pink glitter, neon stickers, and… were those plastic claws?

“What the hell is this?” Logan growled, fists clenching at his sides.

Wade, lounging on the couch with his feet kicked up, looked over with a lazy grin. “Oh, hey, Wolvie. You like what I did with your stuff? Thought it needed a little pizzazz. Y’know, sparkle, personality—kinda like me.”

Logan narrowed his eyes, picking up one of the plastic claws Wade had replaced his adamantium ones with. “You’re messing with my gear, Wade.”

“Messing? Nah. Enhancing. Look at those bad boys! I bet they’d do wonders in a fight. You’d be the fiercest ballerina in the whole post-apocalyptic wasteland.”

Logan’s jaw ticked, his patience thinning. “I’m giving you five seconds to explain why I shouldn’t kick your ass.”

Wade just grinned wider. “Because I’d enjoy it way too much, obviously.”

Logan had enough. In two quick strides, he crossed the room and grabbed Wade by the arm, yanking him off the couch and flipping him over his knee in one swift motion.

Wade blinked, surprised, before he burst into laughter. “Oh-ho, look at you, taking charge! I didn’t think you had it in ya, old man.”

Logan wasn’t in the mood for games. “You think this is funny? You’ve been asking for this for a long time, Wade.”

The first smack came down hard on Wade’s backside, silencing his laughter with a sharp yelp. “Ow! Damn, you don’t hold back, do ya? Kinda hot.”

Logan delivered another hard swat. “What were you thinkin’, screwin’ with my gear?”

“I was thinking—ow!—that you needed to lighten up! Ever heard of fun?” Wade wiggled, but Logan’s grip was iron.

Another smack landed, followed by a low growl. “You call glitter and plastic fun? This is serious.”

Wade panted between hits, his voice still filled with bravado despite the growing sting. “Well, someone’s got a stick up his—ow! Okay, okay, maybe I went a little overboard. But c’mon, the pink claws are kinda cute.”

Logan paused, leaning down close to Wade’s ear, his voice a low rumble. “You really don’t know when to quit, do ya?”

Wade’s breathing hitched, his usual smart-ass grin fading into something a little more serious. “I mean… you could just admit that you like it when I misbehave.”

Logan smirked, though Wade couldn’t see it. “You’re damn lucky I don’t break more than just your ego.”

The next few smacks were harder, more deliberate. Wade gasped, clenching the couch cushion beneath him, his cocky façade cracking just a little. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry! Geez, can’t a guy redecorate around here without getting his ass handed to him?”

Logan gave one final, hard swat before letting Wade go, standing up as Wade rolled onto his back, rubbing his sore behind with a wince. “You’re insane,” Logan muttered.

Wade flashed a cheeky grin despite the ache. “Insane, but lovable.”

Logan shook his head, heading toward the door. “Next time you mess with my gear, it won’t just be a spanking.”

Wade sat up, still grinning, though his tone was softer now. “Promises, promises, Wolvie.”

As Logan left, Wade lay back on the couch, wincing as he shifted. “Totally worth it.”

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Kinktober Day13-Wet Dream

Summary: Logan has a sexy dream about you.

Logan shifted in his sleep, his body reacting to the vivid dream. In it, his grip on your hips was firm, pulling you close as he thrust into you, voice low and rough.

"God, darlin'.. just like that," he murmured, his tone filled with need as he moved faster, feeling you tighten around him.

You moaned his name, your breath hitching, and he grinned, leaning down, whispering in your ear, "You feel so damn good... don't wanna stop."

His hands tightened as his release hit him, and he awoke with a sharp breath, panting, voice still rough as he muttered, "Damn... need you here for real."

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