The Honda Odyssey

The Honda Odyssey

Logan Howlett / The Wolverine x Reader Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

6k words - I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the love he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance. T-T

Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.

If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, you’d say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.

In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadn’t gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.

Now, if you’d have told your younger self you’d be in your late twenty’s sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, you’d have laughed in their fucking face.

So, you’d like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.

One moment you’re at Wade’s surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and you’ve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.

Naturally you’re fucking mind blown, you’re a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldn’t even join the X-Men.  Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a ‘poor candidate’.

No, the mutant powers you had been graced with weren’t extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.

In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wade’s mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.

To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.

“I think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit… she’s great, super powerful!” You continue. “Did you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? “

“No Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.” The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. “Mr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.”

“Y/N/N… ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. I’m talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, let’s go all fuckin’ night.”  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. “Sweet angel, we’ve just gotta’ come up with a superhero name for you!”

You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and it’s a fucking good one. It doesn’t cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadn’t entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.

You’d barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.

“Right?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!”

“Oh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.” Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.

It shames to you to say but that’s when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.

Wrong.

You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.

Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.

Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. It’s entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.

Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.

Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wade’s katanas protruding from his chest.

For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasn’t healed (He’s fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.

Sure, you were biased you’d always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.

You’d indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but you’d been waiting for him ever since. 

You’re snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Logan’s shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as you’re not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.

In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friend’s body. “Wait, Wait! Please!”  

Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what you’re going to pull out of the bag.

“The TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! – They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.” You plead, it’s not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.

Okay it is a lie, but you’re sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.

Logan’s eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope won’t let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly you’ve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasn’t the time to pull your punches.

Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonful’s of Spam in some dusty ass diner.

You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.

Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.

It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.

Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? You’d have to ask Wade.

Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.

Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.

That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. You’d love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.

It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but there’s something about Logan you can’t quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, maybe it’s that torch you’ve carried for him since girlhood, maybe it’s the thick thighs you’d kill to ride – who can say for sure?

In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, you’d finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.

You’re burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own.  

Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.

Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.

“Be a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!” Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.

Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?

“What are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?”

“Why I have never.” Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that aren’t entirely untrue.

The Wolverine’s expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. You’re embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.

 “I could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?” When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and there’s no mistaking your intentions.

Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.

“Holy hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.” Wade berates you though his voice is as light as it’s always been as he boots your shin under the table. “Trying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!”

You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.

Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you can’t help the realisation that he didn’t say no.

“You’re uh… well regarded in our world.” Wade complements, being real doesn’t come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.

“Well, I’m not shit in mine.”

“I tried to join the X-Men because of you.” You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverine’s back goes rigid, but he doesn’t respond. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to continue or hoping you’ll stop. “You made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.”

Logan doesn’t seem to have a response.

It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.

You’re probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for… you want to say… revenge?

The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.

One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You aren’t built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.

All you’re doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossus’ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it.  

With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.

“Thought you were a goner.” He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You don’t release your hold on him and neither does he.

“Don’t throw the party just yet, eh?” You joke weakly, for a second you could swear there’s a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didn’t know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverine’s face.  

Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.

“Where’s Wade?” You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you haven’t heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.

“’fraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and can’t say I blame the guy.”

“Shit.” You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. “Well – fuck. That’ll take him a few hours at least to grow back – He’ll be so sad about his suit.”

You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.

“He say where he was taking him?”

“Oh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...” Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.

“Thought you didn’t like sarcasm.”

“I like sarcasm just fine, Bub. It’s you I don’t like.” You can’t help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. “You’re a strange one.”

“Can you do your sniffy thing?”  Its impressive, you thought he’d reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.

“Sniffy thing?” His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.

“Oh, sorry.” You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. “Please, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?” His face doesn’t break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.

“You’re just as fucking annoying as that moron.” He huffs “Get in the fucking car, we’ll follow his trail.”

“You can smell him from the car?”

“The blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, there’s a trail of blood.”

“Ah.” Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers.

After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that there’s no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.

“What’s your world like?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay... What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-“

“What did you just say?”

“I bet you’re gonna do something boring like-“

“No before that.”

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they save your world?” You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.

The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.

“What do you mean if?”

“I…”

“You said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.”

“I mean I think they can!”

“You fucking liar.” The edge to The Wolverine’s voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, you’re finally meeting The Wolverine.

“I didn’t lie!” For some reason you’re ashamed of your deceit, you’ve murdered countless people and still, you’ve felt less remorse. Logan’s eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. “Not exactly, I think they can fix your world! – I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your universe!” He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.

“I know, but I do!” You cry back at him. “You know how to save the world, you’re the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isn’t me!”

“Ha! No shit.” There is pure hate in the man’s eyes as he stares back at you.

“Please, you’re Logan. Whether you’re the worst one or not - You’re still better than me.”

“Get out of the fucking car.” The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.

“No – fuck you.”  Your rage breaks the banks to meet Logan’s. Perhaps it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. “It was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! “

He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together.  “Fuck me? Fuck you – you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldn’t take you, and they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, you’re no fucking hero.”

Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words you’ve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. It’s a knife to the gut.

“Nothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?” The use of Wade’s nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.

“I am going to hurt you now.” Your voice is barely a broken whisper.

“You’re going to hurt – “His faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. You’re worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.

The old fucker is strong, but you don’t think he’ll kill you, yet another educated wish.

“Not so tough now…” He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst he’s distracted, luckily, you’re not there when he swings for retribution.

Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda. 

Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.

If he was willing to kill you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

You’re winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot you’d fantasied about kissing before he’d torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.

It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. He’s quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you don’t care, in a few hours they’ll be good as new.

Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesn’t seem to want to murder you over an argument.

Perhaps he’s more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.

“You stupid fuckin-“The Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.

Yes.

You really do that.

You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeleton– at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you don’t crack your own skull in the process– maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.

“Fucking fuck!” You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.

“Fucking stop that.” Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. “Stop fucking moving.”

The constant arousal you’ve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Logan’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken. It’s debased and you’re ashamed that you want him, you haven’t stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.

“Like … a little pain Wolvie?”

Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.

The Wolverine’s claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Logan’s mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.

The vein you’d spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as you’d fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The Wolverine’s throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss.  His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.

You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply.  Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.

He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Logan’s eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.

Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.

You thank the TVA’s tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.

“You sure you want this Darlin’?”

“Darlin’?” You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. “a second ago it was ‘Pathetic Moron’ to you.”

Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but you’ve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, you’ve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before he’s on you.

“That’s my job, you fucking Moron.” He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, it’s a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core.  “You’re fuckin’ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?”

Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. “I’d like to bathe in-” He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “-Your fucking blood… you mean motherfucker.”

You’re an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.

“No! - Wha- what the fuck?!” You’re almost crying as your torn from the precipice.

Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You can’t see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.

You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, you’d be embarrassed that you’re currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after he’d chewed you out only minutes ago.

Logan’s hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.

“You think I’d make it that easy?” He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. “What do you want, darlin’?”

You weren’t going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasn’t having this.

“Logan…” At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. It’s the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. “Fuck me or don’t, I’m not begging, bub.”

He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but you’re far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.

The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.

You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis would’ve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.

You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.

“.” He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you.  If you were expecting any further explanation, you’re sorely disappointed.

The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes.  Logan’s hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.

“Come on my cock, Angel.” Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.

You fucking loved Logan’s mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.

You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.

Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps you’ve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold can’t possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.

“What was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?” The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva.  

Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. It’s a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.

Logan’s thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, it’s a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.

“Anyone ever fucked you here?” He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.

When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.

“Fuck… Logan.” You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.

“Where?” He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.

“Inside…. Please … Logan.” You practically beg though you’ll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.

“Give me something tight to come in, Darlin’.” Moaning at his words you’re eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.

You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.

Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you don’t even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.

The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you haven’t got the heart to tell him that when you’re commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.

After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.

The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldn’t apologise for lying, because you didn’t lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.

“I’m sorry for calling you geriatric.” You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, you’ve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.

“I shouldn’t have-“ Logan’s heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.

“Well, well, well.  Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and you’re nowhere to be found? I thought don’t worry Wade, they won’t leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."

Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a child’s arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.

"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone!  Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!”

Wolverine x f!reader

The cat has claws



Summary: Your brother Wade has returned from another battle, but this time, he brought an old friend with him. You always wanted to meet him and now you had an amazing opportunity. The welcome party was unforgettable for you.

(The plot takes place according to the movie deadpool 3)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, big age gap, alcohol and drug use, flirting, loss of virginity, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (p i v), changing positions

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,,Are you sure you don't wanna try?" Blind Al asked you, before she breathed in one long white line from the table. "I think I'll pass…" you told her calmly as you watched the crazy old lady inhale another line. You didn't mind her doing this.

You're pretty used to it, they do this together with Wade, but one thing is really crossing your mind right now. How can she be so calm and don't give a shit about anything, while Wade has been gone for a really long time?

It's true that these missions take him even months, but he always text you some stupid message at least, making you less worry about him, but now? Nothing. Not even a mention on TV, he jusr seemed to disappear and you were a little scared...actually you were shitting your pants by how scared you were.

You knew damn well that Wade can't be stopped or killed so easily, because of his healing mechanism and blah blah blah but goddamn, you're still fucking scared. After all, it's your brother, your family, who explained you all the dirty jokes and teach you the most disgusting words, that should be forbidden to even think of them.

You smiled at the thought, but suddenly the door slammed open and you were on your feet in an instant, ready to fight. You were so relieved when you saw your brother walk into the apartment, holding…apparently a dog? And next to him was...wow. An older but handsome man who looked like some kind of wild animal, but in a good way.

Suddenly all your attention was on this mysterious man. You were a little embarrassed that your first thoughts weren't why is he here? or who is it? but that he is definitely on top. "Sister! Come here!" your brother woke you up and saved you a bit from staring at the muscular man, who was gazing you the same way as you.

You looked at Wade, who had his free hand open for your hug. "You asshole! You know how scared I was?!" However, instead of the warm hug, you started screaming at him. "Okay yes I admit I should text you-" "Oh fuck yes you should" you agreed in a slightly quieter tone, but still quite furious. "But I brought this lady as an apology" he pointed to the dog he was holding and ran his finger along her stomach. He really has a brain of a 3 year old child. That man in yellow pants and a black shirt just watched your brother in disgust and you joined him.

"That motherfucker is back?!" Blind Al finally shouted, as her ability to talk kicked in and walked towards you. "Yeah, and I brough Dogpool too, Al" Wade said with excitement, and you just raised an eyebrow. "Dogpool? Really?” you asked him in disbelief while your hands were folded across your chest.

,,Yes! I mean I prefer Mary Poppins but Dogpool is nice too" he slowly brought the dog closer to Blind Al, who wanted to pet her gently but she unfortunately reached for her, surprisingly, long tongue. "Ah motherfucker!" she flinched in horror and the three of you laughed. "Okay give her to me, I'll take care of her" you held out your hands and even though little Mary Poppins seemed weird to you at first, your love for dogs grew and you actually fell in love with her right away.

"Be careful with her, little sister" Wade said as he handed Mary over and you just nodded to the order. "You didn't tell me you had a sister" the older tough man said with his deep voice, sending shivers down your spine.

"You also didn't tell me you have a small dick. Sometimes it's good to keep a secret” you knew Wade was smiling under that mask, while the man in yellow pants was getting furious at his words. You don't blame him, if you hadn't grown up with Wade, you would have lost your temper a long time ago. "Don't take it personally, he's mentally ill" you tried to calm the man with a little wink in the end, and you took Mary to your room. "Okay girl, we have to buy you some food, you must be hungry" you stroked her head with a smile and she replied with a cute grunt. ,,Yeah, Dogpool, you're too sweet for that”

,,What do you mean? I am sweet too!” Wade leaned against the doorframe and watched you scratch the innocent little dog. You turned around to look at him, and gave him that look by raising one eyebrow up. "Okay okay I am kidding..." he admitted and stood up straight. "We need to feed this little lady, I'll go buy some food for her-" you stood up and before you could leave the room, Wade stopped you.

"Leave that for me, okay?" Meanwhile, you can prepare some food for tonights party!” ,,Are you serious?" You crossed your arms and clenched your jaw. "Look, I was gone for a long time, I could even die, sis" he placed his hands on his chest, making the situation so dramatic.

"But I survive!" And I think this is a perfect opportunity for a party, what do you think?” you just silently killing him with your eyes, letting him know what exactly you are thinking about that. Wade didn't give a single fuck. "I'll be here in a minute. I'll grab some things for the party too! Yeah and don't worry, I already invited some people" "Great" you said annoyingly and rolled your eyes.

Wade walks towards the door but you stop him, as you notice that hot old man, drinking a bottle of vodka to the bottom, not even stopping to take a breath. You gave a clear signal, that you're kind of worried being in the same presence as him, even tho he is the most fuckable man you have see in years.

"Nah don't worry, he won't hurt you" "Yeah I don't believe that but uh who is this again?" you whispered so he wouldn't hear you but you knew very well that he knew you two were talking about him.

,,Oh right, sorry forgot to introduce him, this is Logan” you furrow your eyebrows, because you had no idea who Logan is. "Wolverine?" "Ohhh" now that is more like it.

You knew Wolverine just from narration, or rather gossiping. Wade never spoke nice of him and the things he said? He should go to jail for a hell of a long time for that. But if he hates him so much, why is he in his apartment now? "But aren't you two in a fight or something?" you asked, making Wade giggle a bit.

"Yeah, but that is a long time ago. Also, this isn't our Wolverine, this is Wolverine from another multiverse you know” you stared at Wade, not understanding a single word of what he just said, but guess you have to accept it. "Okay..." you said, a little shocked and confused.

"So, start preparing and I'll go, okay?" he hold you by your arms, making you feel safe and convinces you a bit. "Kay fucker" you smiled and hugged him. "Bye! And hey!” Wade opened the door and pointed at Logan, making him stop drinking the alcohol and look at your brother.

,,Be nice to my sister, or I'll cut your guts, let them fry in butter and then serve them to our Mary Poppins, understood?" Logan just groaned in annoyance and continued with drinking. You stared at him blankly, how did his liver not explode already?

But damn, you couldn't resist how incredibly beautiful this man was way his Adam apple popped out as he tries to drink every single drop from the battle. His big strong hand holding it and his head being back, so the drops are falling right down his throat, oh god you had to focus on something else because this man is driving you crazy. "Do you have more?" Logan asked calmly, turning towards you. "You just drank a whole bottle of vodka?" in disbelief raising both of your eyebrows.

"I am just thirsty" "Then drink water from the tap" you pointed to the sink and put on a convincing face. Logan just sighed and rolled his eyes while grabbing a dirty empty glass and walked to the sink. "That's dirt-nevermind" before you could tell Logan that he should probably grab a clean glass without any bacteria he already threw the whole glass down his throat and swallowed very loudly, making you even more hungry for him than before.

,,'kay..." you just let Logan be and started preparing for the night, as your brother told you so. You grab some party decoration from a cabinet in the kitchen. Logan noticed you and purposely cleared his throat loudly to get "Don't you want to help with that, young lady? okay when he said this nickname in his deep husky voice, it immediately makes your little girl vibrate and soak wet. ,,Hm? Oh no no no it's fine don't worry about that"

You tried to keep your cool, hoping he won't notice your legs crossed over to keep your kitty down. "Okay then, can I change my clothes please?" You breathed out when he finally changed the subject, and when he didn't call you young lady. That makes you gain more confidence to look at him and answer him in a normal steady tone. "Oh sure! Just go to Wade's room, he has plenty of clothes” Logan just nodded, still keeping his stiff stony face expression and walked where you told him to.

At first, you were really scared of him, After all, he is a big muscular man that could kill you with just one swift move, but his voice and body must be breath taking and the thought of it made your fears fly away. "Who is this motherfucker?" He smells like alcohol and gives me big dick energy" Blind Al spoke up and made her existence known. It scared you a little but also made you laugh.

"Okay aunty, I think you should lie down" you slowly side-hugged her and led to the couch. "Awh hell nah I need another line, gimme that!" she sat on the couch, fired up for another dose of drugs. "I think you've had enough for today, lie down and go to sleep Al" you gently forced the old lady lay down and despite her bullshitting and rejection, she was in a deep sleep in a few seconds. You quickly checked her pulse to see if she was really asleep, but everything was fine. You straightened up and rested your hands on your waist. "Why does Wade call her Blind Al?"

You startled after your eardrums were tickled by a harsh wolf voice. You immediately turned to the voice and it took a moment to realize what Logan was actually asking, but his shirt that was inside out distract you a bit. "Your shirt" you pointed at him by your head but Logan didn't really catch that. "Is inside out..." he looked down and realized that too.

,,Shit, right” and without any warning, he took his, actually Wade's, shirt off, showing you his body, that god must have created. Suddenly everything was in slowmotion. His abs, his veiny arms, his big hairy boobs, all of that covered in sweat. You felt as if you had just found the most precious treasure.

The whole thing blinded you and you had to open your mouth wide to take in more oxygen. Your mouth filled with saliva much faster the longer you stared at his precious body, but you couldn't stop. He paralyzed you like some kind of drug and you couldn't look anywhere else but at his hairy body. You tried to prevent every muscle and nerve in your body from running after him and literally licking his sweat.

You didn't understand. You were confused by these feelings and urges, you have never experienced it, and certainly not because of a man. You are like a feline in heat and you couldn't decide if you liked it or not.

But your dirty slutty thoughts were interrupted, as Logan put back on the shirt, this time the right way. It wakes you up and brings you back to the presence, but you definitely must have looked like a fool, not to mention that you almost dropped a drop of saliva on the ground.

Time returned to normal speed and the only thing that was totally destroyed was your brain and your panties, which were definitely leaking through your pants. You had to change quickly and that's why you ran to the bathroom without saying a word. Logan stood still like a mountain just watching you, still the same expression on his face. While you were in the bathroom, freshening up a bit with some cold water, you cursed the guy.

,,Fuck…”

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A few hours passed after you almost cum by just looking at a half-naked Logan. Meanwhile, Wade returned with ingredients and food for Mary, that was surprisingly really a dog food and not some sweet candy that would just poison her.

For just a moment, a tiny moment, you thought Wade was acting all grown up with this move, until you saw the huge pink dildo lying next to Mary. "What the hell is that?" you asked and just pointed at it with your head. Wade acted all stupid, like he had no idea what you were talking about at first, but not for long. "Oh! You mean this little thing? It's a toy for Mary! She's going to love it" you just rolled your eyes in annoyance and disgust and continued pulling out the food from a paper bag.

,,Look! See? I told you she's gonna love it!” Wade squealed happily and you looked down at Mary who was already holding the sex toy in her mouth and awkwardly waving it around. Wade was laughing at her and keep repeating good girl, but it was too much for you. You took the pink thing from her mouth and placed it on the table next to you. ,,That's enough” you said and took an empty bowl from a shelf above you.

"God, you don't know what fun is" Wade added sullenly and went to sit on the couch next to Blind Al, telling her some bullshits again. You ignored him and finally tried to focus on cooking. Like on every party, you always bake strawberry muffins which everyone loves. Those muffins are delicious and you know it very well. You created the recipe yourself and you won't reveal it to anyone until you're chained to your deathbed.

You were already preparing the dough when you suddenly felt the presence of a man behind you, but much much toughter than Wade. Although he was standing a few meters away from you, you felt as if he was touching you. It was a strange feeling that caused you feel several emotions at once. Being watched by that hot asshole makes your kitty vibrating again and you couldn't stop it, whatever you did.

"I know you're behind me" you said calmly even though your inner self was screaming and begging on their knees. "Don't you wanna help with that?" Logan ignored your words and walked closer to you. You smell his scent right away and it was amazing. He really smelled like alcohol, but also like cigarettes and lemon, which was a strange combination but they made a really good combo, that you could sniff for the rest of your life. You slowed your movement as you felt his body almost pressing against your back, and that was the moment, when the nervousness started kicking in.

,,Hm?" he hummed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making goosebombs appear all over your body. This man has no idea what he is doing to you, or he is damn aware of his actions and consequences. ,,I-I am o-okay" you should just stay quiet, because now your shaky voice and stuttering revealed how shy and stressed you are.

You just fed his ego even more. He stayed quiet for a bit, giving you a space to breathe, but you didn't stop mixing the dough. There was plenty of room in the kitchen, he could stand anywhere he wanted but fucking Logan chose a spot right behind you. Being much taller than you, he watched your movements over your shoulder, his hot breath warming and tickling your ear.

"Come on, I can help, I'm a good cook" he whispered and you saw him lean over you to the bowl and stick two specific fingers into it. He wiped the bowl a little, leaving a small portion of the dough and then licked and sucked his fingers in front of you. You looked at him, at his face expressions, which were finally different, than just cold wolf look. He enjoyed, you weren't sure if he liked the taste of the dough or your stare or both, but he loved it Everything was in slow motion again until your big brother stopped it.

,,Hey are the muffins ready?" you quickly turn around towards him, seeing his eyes already watching you with a big smile on his face. Was he watching you the whole time? Oh you hoped not. ,,N-not yet” you squeak and turned back to the bowl, continuing in mixing it again. Logan stepped aside, this time finally somewhere else so he wasn't almost putting his dick in your butt, not that you are complaining, but your brother probably wouldn't like it. He's watching out for you, really precisely.

He was right next to you, leaning against the table so that he could look at you and your work at the same time. Bastard. "Are you sure you don't want to help?" he started being a bit annoying by keep asking this question, so you just gave up. "Alright, since this dough is done," you put the bowl right in front of him. "you can pour it into these molds" you put them right next to the bowl.

"But be careful, I don't want to clean it" you warned him and heated the oven. "What a shame..." he put one of his fingers in his mouth again, sucking the rest of the dough from it, "…I like being messy" and he devilishly smiled at you.

This man should be canceled from this Earth after that. This is illegal, his body is illegal and he should just get banned for the rest of his life from this planet, well unfortunately, that's not how it works.

You watched Logan pouring the heavy liquid into the molds, trying to be ad careful as you told him. After three full molds, you decided you needed a break and went to the bathroom to rest and clean yourself. You looked into the mirror, seeing how red you are and how much you're blushing.

"Fuck..." you sighed and shook your head. Why did nobody warn you what a man can do with your mind? You quickly went back to the kitchen, Logan already done with the pouring and ready for the next task. His arms crossed, making his biceps pop out and you just fought the urge to bite into them.

"Oh nice!" You complimented Logan's work and put the full muffin tins in the oven and changed the temperature. "Do you need help with anything else?" he asked and you, a little calmer now, wondered what you had to do next. "Uhh actually! I still have to make the frosting, so if you could just hand me-" "Hey guys!" Wade's voice rings in your ears. At the same time he slapped Logan's ass, who immediately growled angrily.

"Motherfuck-" "Okay sugarbear, what if you got to know better Blind Al while I help my lil' sister here?" Wade was right in front of Logan, standing really close, and his voice was really stern and clear.

Logan just took a deep breath and gave you a quick glance, before walking away from the kitchen, leaving you two siblings together. You knew exactly why Wade did this and you also suspected what was coming next.

"Well hello honeybun! So, what can I help you with?" Wade eagerly awaited your commands. "Call me that again and I'll throw you out the window" Wade just laughed awkwardly but still waited. "Wade, you are fucking terrible at cooking, don't even try-" "Awh come on, I am not that bad!" you took a moment to look at him, giving him the are you sure look and then continue in pouring things into a clean new bowl.

"Hey I can do that too! Just putting random things and mixing it together" Wade said it as if it was so easy, but last time he tried to just make a chinese noodles, he set fire to the ceiling...he's incapable. "Okay just give me a shot of rum please" you said tiredly. "Oh easy there sis, you can't be drunk and cook at the same time-" "It's not for me dumbass" you cut Wade with a really annoying tone and he just did what you told him to.

When he saw you pouring that shot into the bowl, it finally made sense for him, "Oh right...so that's why your muffins are so delicious? You get us drunk?" ,,You got me Wade" you jokingly admit and both of you laugh. You kinda miss these moments with your brother, after both of your grow up, it's not like the old times anymore.

,,Hey um, look, I am your brother, " Wade's voice was serious but you didn't care at all. "Oh my god no way! So nice to finally meet you!" you mocked Wade ironically and stopped working for a moment. "Yep okay and uh my duty is to protect you, you know that" You just nodded, knowing damn well where this conversation is leaning.

"And uh I saw how you were looking at Logan" you shockingly gasped and felt offended. "What are you talking about?" well you knew what he was talking about, but playing dumb was the first option that popped up in your head, instead of telling the truth and admitting it. "C'mon sis, I am not that dumb. I just...think you deserve someone better" even though Wade caught you already, you decided to keep acting stupid. "You really think that I want to have something with that grandpa? Are you serious?" you really hoped Logan didn't hear that.

"Look, I just want you to be safe and I don't think Logan is for you, that's all" Wade is maybe an asshole, that's for sure, but he's still your loving brother, that would do anything for you. ,,Don't worry, 'kay? There will be nothing between me and him" these words slipped out of your mouth and it was all lies lies lies, you didn't even bealive those words yourself, but Wade did, and that was the goal.

,,Alright buttercup, what else can I help you with?" Wade's tone already sounded quite tired, and he looked terribly devastated for only pouring you a shot of rum. "Well, you can mix this, until bubbles start forming" you handed your brother a bowl of cream and he looked surprised. "Bubbles? What bub- OH MY GOD A BUBBLE!" you laughed at Wade's uneducation in the kitchen and checked the muffins in the oven.

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"Don't you think it's too much?" You asked Dogpool, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The party has already started and you are still in your room, trying to decide if you should look like a total slut, or not.

Well, people who's there know Wade, so they know you too, and they also know how you look, but other people are not the problem that bothers you. It's Wolverine.

You give Wade a promise, but it's really hard to keep it, when his sidekick looks like god himself. ,,I mean it's not that revealent, right?" you check your ass in the mirror and tried to convince yourself. Mary Poppins was just looking at you and breathing heavily. You sighed and looked at her.

,,Talking to a fucking dog, what kind of weirdo am I?" you said to yourself, but decided to keep going. "You know what? Fuck it. I really like this dress, so I am gonna wear it" and with those words, you leave your room.

You stepped into the main room where everyone was already having fun, music was playing loudly and Blind Al was sitting in the corner with other people doing drugs. You smiled at the sight, proving that your preparation was successful. The scones and muffins were almost empty, the first plate of canapés had already been replaced by the second plate, and your punch bowl was already half empty.

You leaned against the wall and watched all the people like some kind of freak, but no one noticed, or so you thought. When your eyes ran into Logan, he was already staring at you. Everything slowed down again, Logan looked fucking fine and threw you a side-smile, that drove you crazy. Your knees buckled and you almost passed out, if you hadn't caught a glimpse of Wade laughing and having fun, looking happy and you remembered your promise at that moment.

You knocked around a bit to shake off the weird feeling Logan kept giving you, and went to the kitchen to get some punch. You took a deep breath and took a sip, when you heard a manly voice behind you. "Hey" Logan greeted you and you turned to face him. You almost choked.

"Um hi! Hey..." you tried to laugh out the nervousness but you just made it worse. You're so fucking terrible around men. ,,That dress..." Logan checks you out, his eyes traveling from your face to your toes then back to your face.

He is really bad at giving compliments and it's even harder giving them to such a beautiful angel like you. It has been years since he last flirted with someone, but he is still definitely better at it than you ever were. "It really suits you" he hated himself for saying that, because he could say literally anything but he chooses this.

You didn't care, a compliment was still a compliment, plus his body language was telling definitely more than his words. "Aww thank you! You look great too" you finally managed to create a normal sentence without any jam and it put a smile on Logan's face.

"Thanks..." he just stared at you with a smile and you both admired each other for a while, until you heard the clink of a spoon against a glass. You knew immediately who would be behind the noise.

"Attention, please! Everyone! Even those fucked up junkies, thank you…" Wade put his glass down and prepared to speak. You just sighed in annoyance and leaned against the fridge, Logan crossing his arms over his chest right next to you.

“So we're gathered here to celebrate my arrival, my survival, and honestly, I couldn't have done it without my dear friend, Wolverine.” He gestured to Logan standing next to you, who was no longer smiling so nicely, instead, he was frowning and rolling his eyes. “We're not friends-” “But I also couldn't do it without my sister who always supports me” you felt like you were at some unique special party for a rich people and not just a stupid party in a small flat.

You just smiled warmly and nodded. “However, I would like to invite you all to the table for dinner together as a big family… even though I don't actually know half of you” you knew Wade wanted to have a dinner with everybody. He likes it, it was his wish and that's why you cooked like for 100 people, even though there were barely 15 of you.

The food was already ready on the table and all you had to do was sit down and start feasting. "Did you know about that?" Logan asked as you both approached the table. "Yeah, it's his favorite part of the party" you answered and sat next to the girl who gives my little pony vibes, but looks cute and friendly.

Since there wasn't any room for Logan around you, he sat in the only available seat right across from you. Great, so now you were right across from a man that makes you wet just from looking at him, a real dream come true.

Everybody was busy talking and eating, they didn't even care if their mouths were full of food, they just kept talking and laughing, having a great time and you had too, not because of talking, but because of your view.

You were trying really hard not to look at Logan, to focus on your food or start a conversation with anyone around you, but they were already in a middle of conversation, so you had no choice but to sit obediently and quietly eat the baked chicken. Fortunately, Logan was in the same situation as you, sitting quietly in place, surrounded by people who nearly choked with laughter as he ate your deliciously prepared food.

"This is really good" he said as he chewed and pointed at his plate with a fork. You raised your head and stared with your cute big eyes for a while until you answered him. "Thanks, glad you like it" you laughed and fixed your eyes on your plate again. "I haven't eaten anything so delicious in a long time, you're a really good cook" another compliment and another reason why you were as red as a tomato itself. You just smile shyly and shoved another piece of chicken into your mouth.

However, you quickly looked over at Wade just a few seats away from Logan, but he had more important things to do. He was talking to Vanessa, his love interests. You knew Wade kinda fucked it up with her, but now it looked really promising, so you just let him be. Honestly, you were happy that he isn't paying any attention to you, so you could talk to Logan without a weird feeling of being watched.

As you were already shoving another piece of chicken into your mouth, Logan reached for a glass of alcohol, of course, but he miscalculated and spilled it on your dress.

You dropped the cutlery in shock on the table and looked at the stain that the whiskey had left there. "Oh fuck I am so sorry" Logan quickly apologized and started looking around for some napkins. "It's f-fine I just..." you stand up and quickly check Wade. Not a single glance at you, fuck he doesn't care about you at all. Actually no one even looks at you two, they were so engrossed in their conversations that they didn't even hear the cutlery. You had no idea if you should be happy or upset, but you had to act quickly and efficiently. It was your favorite dress and it was pretty expensive too.

"I am so fucking sorry, here" you almost forgot about Logan until he handed you some napkins. "Thanks..." you took them all and tried to remove that stain. No matter how hard you pressed, the stain was still there. "Shit..." you cursed under your breath but loud enough to make Logan hear you.

The whole time he was only a few centimeters away from you, watching you, not knowing how to help you. He felt really bad after a long time, and that's really impressive. He didn't feel this way even when he was killing people, or when he was torturing people and they were begging him on their knees for mercy. He was truly sorry just because of some stupid dress.

"I just go change..." you said, a little angry but mostly sad. You knew that Logan didn't do it on purpose, but you hoped that the fleck would disappear after washing. You walked into your room and closed the door behind you to have some privacy. The thing was, you didn't lock them, was that a mistake? Or maybe it was a blessing?

You had your back to the door so you were facing the window. You zipped off your dress and let it fall on the floor, before you took a step aside to free your knuckles from the fabric and turned around, only to see Logan standing right at the door. ,,JESUS ​​FUCKING CHRIST!" you jumped and automatically covered yourself with a sheet on the bed. He closed his eyes and scrunch his face. ,,I didn't see anything-" ,,Yeah sure, what the fuck you're doing here?!" you sound so angry, but you weren't really mad he was there…in a room with you, alone.

His eyes were still closed so you took the opportunity and quickly walked into your closet to put something on. Meanwhile, Logan tried to save this awkward situation. "I was just really sorry for that dress and uh...I wanted to help" when you were finally fully clothed, you sat on the bed and frowned incomprehendingly.

"Help?" How did you want to help?" this was a really great question that caught Logan off guard. He finally opened his eyes when he heard your voice being calmer, and sighed. His words caught in his throat as he tried to figure out how he actually wanted to help. Your corners lift up a bit as you saw Logan struggling.

"Okay forget it...but thank you for caring" you decided not to torture him any further and save the situation. Logan smiled and nodded his head. "No problem" his dark wolf voice was back and he stared at you for a while, before grabbing the handle and deciding to leave. “Wait!” you quickly stopped him and jumped out of bed as if it was for your life. Logan really stopped and waited.

You didn't want him to leave. You really didn't want to miss the opportunity to get to know him better, especially since Wade is busy right now and doesn't have a chance to even notice the two of you. You were just staring at Logan for a moment, trying to figure out some excuse for him to stay.

"You know, we don't really know each other. Wade did tell me about you a lot, but in a very bad light" Logan dropped his head and laughed. "I'm not surprised" he added before looking back at you. “But I'd like to hear the bright side too, what'd you say?” Logan thought for a moment before wordlessly opening the door and leaving you alone.

A disappointed exhale left your lips, before you drop your ass on the bad and just gaze the closed door. Did he really just leave? Even without explanation? Damn, maybe Wade was right...maybe he isn't the right man-

These thoughts quickly left your mind, when Logan appeared in your door again, this time with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "I had to" he added and locked the door behind him. You just shook your head in disbelief and smiled.

Logan sat down next to you, both of you bounce as his weight landed on the bed. You watched as he drank from the bottle and then wiped his mouth. “Why are you doing this?” you asked turning more to his direction. Logan looked at you with a puzzled expression. “You mean this?” he held up the whiskey bottle and you nodded.

He sighed tiredly and shook his head. "You know, after what I've been through, it's really hard not to drink this..." his voice was low, dark and you could tell that this is a really sensitive theme. But he didn't protest and continued. “I just like the burning feeling in my throat you know? I mean...because of the healing bullshit, I only feel it for a few seconds but still...it's priceless" and as the icing on the cake, he drank again.

You could see how it hurts him, although on the outside he looks like a though guy, but he is hurt inside, really seriously hurt and the wounds are really deep. "I am sorry..." you said, looking at him with a regretful expression. Logan shook his head. "You don't have to” He was looking down at the ground and looked really miserable.

"Is there any other way, how could I help you? Give you some relief?” without wanting it, these words had many more meanings than just one, and you both knew the other. He raised his head and looked into your eyes, his brown wolf eyes making you shiver and you felt the vibrating feeling between your legs again.

The sad atmosphere turned into a tense one in a snap of your fingers and you weren't complaining at all. You felt him literally undress you with his eyes and you really held on, so you wouldn't jump on him like an animal.

"You know…" he stood up from his spot and put the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed. You were still sitting on the bed, looking up at him. "I can't believe you two are siblings" Logan said as he was standing right in front of you. "You're so sweet than your brother" he put your strand of hair behind your ear and you melted at his gentle touch. "Well I inherited the better genes" you said and Logan chuckled. Your head resting against his palm, your big cute eyes looking up at him, as he stares at you with a stern look.

"From the moment I saw you..." his thumb started rubbing your cheek. "I couldn't focus on anything or anyone else" you lick your lips, legs shaking from excitement. His stern look was still on his face, but it slowly started fading away and his rubbing stopped too. "I need you" he whisper, before he brings your head closer and your lips were almost touching. Naturally, you parted them, being ready for the best make out session in your whole life, but Logan waited.

He kept fighting with his mind that this isn't right because of so many reasons. You're young, you're Wade's sister but you're so fucking hot and that drives him crazy. He couldn't hold it anymore, that's why he pressed his lips to yours.

A long, passionate kiss that was way more romantic than sexual. It shows so many emotions, so many things that couldn't be said by words. It was amazing, you felt amazing and so did Logan. But both of you wanted more, needed more.

You felt Logan getting closer and lower himself to your level, getting on his knees. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his massive hands on your knees, gently pressing them away from each other, giving him a space between your legs to get in.

Slowly but surely the romantic kisses turned into wild, very passionate and intimate. Your tongues warred against each other in each other's mouths, your saliva mixed together creating delicious liquid that tasted way more better than your muffins.

The need to feel his body, his skin, him inside of you was growing, as was the desire for this man, who was just taking your shorts off your legs with deathly slowness. His hands were gentle, calm, while his mouth was wild, biting your lower lip from time to time. You didn't mind, on the contrary, it turned you on.

You felt yourself leaking onto the bed and you were a little afraid of Logan's reaction, you were afraid that he would laugh at how pathetic and needy you are for him. But that did not happen.

When you felt the soft fabric falling on your ankles, revealing your soaked black thong, Logan stopped kissing you. Not only did you both need some oxygen, but he wanted to check you out. He chuckled when he noticed how wet you are, but not in a mocking way.

He looked up at you, smiling. “This is because of me?” he asked in disbelief and you instantly nodded. Logan wasn't mocking you, not at all, he was proud. "Fuck you're amazing" he said before he grabbed your thong by their side and this time, really quickly ripped them off of you.

You breathed out loudly, surprised by that fast move but also of the cold air touching your bare folds. You watched as Logan silently admired you, before he looked into your eyes and without any warning he buried his face between your legs. You moaned, really loud, as your hips started instinctively moving to the sides, giving Logan more work to do to keep his mouth on your wet folds. He decided to keep you in place, so he grabs your thighs, held them firmly in place with great force so that you couldn't move.

You were so fired up, his palms on your legs will definitely leave a bruise there, but you don't care. At least, you'll have a souvenir from tonight. Logan played with you at first, just gently licking your folds without penetrating inside, as his nose involuntarily teased your sensitive clit. You were in another dimension. You've never experienced this feeling before, not even when you've done it yourself. The truth is, you're still a virgin, so this is new for you, but it's such an amazing feeling.

Your body automatically tried to move, because if Logan would continue in this just for a few more seconds, you would probably already cum and you don't want to ruin the fun. You threw your head back, biting your lower lip so hard to keep your noises quiet, but some of them escaped after all.

You could feel Logan's cocky smile as he was still lightly licking you. Since your legs started shaking a bit more after a while, he decided to finally eat you out and gave you what you need. He inserted his tongue inside you, making your heart skip a beat and your moan stuck in your throat. You automatically grabbed Logan's hair tightly and looked down at him to see what he is doing. It was a crazy view, seeing his eyes already watching you the whole time, his face buried into your count as his tongue explored your insides. You will never forget this moment, nor do you want to.

Logan kept his eyes on you, watching you try really hard to be quiet, the way you close and open your eyes frequently and the way you tug his hair every time he makes a move you don't expect. He was stretching your walls, eating your juice that was already fully filled up inside you, you could even hear the wet sound of Logan's tongue and your liquid fighting with each other for a power.

Logan's ears loved the sound. He was groaning inside you, the vibration of his deep voice was getting you closer and closer to your orgasm and he knew it damn well. ,,L-Logan..." you sighed as you throw your head back again and arch your back, giving him better acces into you and he immediately took advantage of it. He was eating you out like this was his last meal of his life, the intensity of his tomgue, the speed, how he was deliberately poking his nose into your clitoris to hear you begging for more, he was obsessed.

You needed more. You could feel how you couldn't hold it in much longer, how your walls were tightening around Logan's tongue and how you had an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom. Your whole body was tense, you started to shake but Logan didn't stop. You started to see stars and at that moment you opened your eyes and mouth wide, stopped shaking and moaned so loudly, that all your neighbors must have heard it.

Logan was slowing his pace until he stopped completely, slowly removing his tongue and his entire face from you. There wasn't a second when he didn't stop looking at you. You were fantastic, beautiful, tasty. You were breathing heavily, still shocked after that orgasm, but your whole body was relaxed and you had probably never experienced such a feeling of relief in your life. Once you were calmer and all your senses were back, you looked over at Logan who was looking at you in fascination with a grin from ear to ear.

You were sweaty, exhausted but you sat there still with a ton of energy and so did Logan. “That was…fucking amazing” you breathed out with a smile as you still struggled to catch your breath. Logan chuckled and got to his feet. The whole time, both of you didn't break eye contact. "This is just the beginning" Logan growled and jumped wildly after you.

You were lost in Logan's fierce kisses, he had no mercy with you. Without any hesitation, he traveled his hands from your thighs under your shirt, giving you a clear sign he wants it off. You raised your hands to give him better acces and in a minute, your shirt was who knows where. Still engrossed in intimate kisses, Logan didn't wait any longer and unhooked your bra in one swift motion. This was pretty impressive and it turned you on even more.

"Logan~" you whined really needy, just boosting up Logan's ego even more. He started kissing you again, if it even can be called a kissing. It was more like biting, your tongues fighting and your lips all bloody.

It wasn't fair that you were already completely naked and Logan didn't even have a shirt off, so your hands quickly started undoing his buttons. Logan cooperated and began to remove his belt as the kiss continued. And then that men can't do two things at once.

It wasn't long before Logan's clothes were taking up space on the floor, all that was still left were his underwear. You couldn't wait, you felt like a little kid waiting in line for ice cream, but instead of an ice cream, you waited for Logan's dick. You felt his erection tickling your inner thigh already and you couldn't help but smile. Your hands were deep in Logan's hair as his explored you, leaving fingerprints everywhere.

"Fuck you're beautiful" he broke the kiss and pounced on your neck biting, sucking and licking mercilessly. You throw your head back in pain but also in a pleassure. By this move, you just gave him even more space to leave a bruises all over your neck.

You whimper his name, all over again as you tug his brown soft hair whenever he bites you in a sensitive spot. Your eyes were closed, trying to turn off all your senses and focus only on Logan's tongue, which wasn't difficult at all. Logan, unlike you, didn't take his eyes off you. He was watching you intently, reading you like a book. Whenever you squeezed your face, whenever you made a sound, he tried to record it all so he knew what you liked.

After he was finally done with destroying your, now purple neck, he briskly freed his penis, which was already leaking with precum. You opened your eyes and looked at Logan whose face clearly said he was ready. The moment was here, your heart was beating faster, your body was literally on fire and your core was throbbing like never before.

Your breathing was fast, your eyes were glassy and you were looking at Logan like he was the holy bible. But before the action, you wanted to check how he actually looks like. You lowered your head and your breath hitched as you saw the massive size. He had veins on him, his tip bright pink and he wasn't shaved, but that wasn't the problem that bothered you. You quickly looked at Logan's face again, this time terrified.

He noticed the sudden change in your face and was startled. At that moment, he realize what you were so afraid to say, about your no experience thing. He breathed out a soft smile appeared on his face as his thumb rubbed your cheek again. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle" his words calmed you down, mainly his voice, which was incredibly attractive.

You relaxed and tried to focus only on his stunning face. He didn't have to say anything else for you to understand that he would take care of you, that he didn't want to hurt you and that you were safe. He gave you a kiss, but this was totally different than those before. Soft, calm, sweet and bland, putting you at ease even more.

Then, he backed up a bit, just enough that the only thing that your eyes could see was his face. He asked you with his eyes if you are ready and without a word spoken, you nodded. Logan looked down to have a better view and to insert himself where he belongs.

You stopped breathing as you felt his tip just touching your folds, but you could already tell it's so freaking big. Logan looked over to check if you're okay, and continued in inserting himself into you. The whole head was almost inside you, your face scrunched as you hissed, trying really really hard to ignore the pain.

,,Hey hey hey, look at me" your eyes keep hard shut, almost feeling dizzy from it. ,,Look at me" Logan repeated himself, this time with more stern tone, so you obeyed him and opened your eyes. He gave you the cutest puppy eyes you have ever seen. You really thought Wolverine is a strict guy whom everyone is afraid of just when he walks by, but the truth is that he is actually incredibly kind and caring, it melts your heart.

You breathed out and nodded, giving him a green flag to continue. He did exactly that, continued pushing himself into you, painfully slowly but he really didn't want to hurt you. You close your eyes again automatically, as the painful feeling started stabbing you right into your core again. After few long moments, Logan was finally fully inside you, waiting for you to adjust and get used to his length. Meanwhile he was kissing you passionately to help you relax more.

When your hips started moving around him, wanting more, devilish smile appeard on his face right away. "Someone's eager, huh?" He groaned into your ear and started moving his hips along with yours. Just small moves, stretching your walls even more but this time, the pleasure replaced pain and you finally started to enjoy it much more.

At first, just a cute, barely audible whines was coming from your mouth, as Logan's dick was just playing inside you, but just after a few more light moves, it wasn't that cute anymore. You both wanted more, but Logan was much more desperate in this situation.

He started getting fully out of you, making you breath out at the lost and kind of confused at first, but when he thrust into you in balls deep, you moan in surprise and enjoyment. But he still didn't have enough and repeated this a few times until he began to grunt like a wild animal in heat.

His sounds turned you on even more and moistened you so much that Logan was basically sliding inside you. Slowly but surely he began to pick up speed and pace, kneeling down and holding your hips tightly as he rammed into you harder and harder with each slap.

He watched you, your body moving along with his thrusts, your breasts moving up and down so smoothly, he couldn't help himself and took one of your breasts in his hand and played with it for a while, making you squeal loudly, that everyone outside must have heard you.

He had your nipple between his index finger and thumb, squeezing and massaging it until you stopped feeling them completely. You never knew that touching your breasts could cause so much chaos.

After a while, Logan finally let go of your nipple and focused only on your lower stomach and on fucking your brain out. You started rolling your eyes back and open your mouth wide, that there could fit literally anything.

Logan's nostrils were big anytime he breathed out, his grunts started gaining volume as his cock inside you started twitching. The squeshy wet sound began to surround your entire room until all you could smell was sex.

Your hands desperately needed something to grab onto and since Logan wasn't within reach you used the sheet around you and pulled really hard with both hands at the same time.

You were on the edge, your head started hurting and your back arch really high, giving Logan another position, where he finds your g-spot right away. He was hitting that wet sponge thing really hard, sending you to heaven any time he touched it.

Well there you are, you breaking your promise to your brother, Logan breaking his by saying he'll be gentle, what pathetic liars you two are.

"Fuck!" Logan cursed and threw his head back. He was on his edge too, but he loves this feeling, the way you were incredibly tight around him was insane and he didn't want it to end, so he decided to change position.

Before you could get your bearings, Logan quickly grabbed your back and rolled you over so that you were now on top. You were shocked but that didn't stop you from riding him till your pelvis crack. Since you were a little weak, Logan helped you move your bottom onto his lap. His hands were nailed damn hard on your hips to keep you in place but also to help you reach your climax.

You were damn glad for the position changes, although you were close to cum all over Wolverine's dick, now you were even closer to a much more memorable orgasm. You move your hips back and forth, watching Logan's face expressions and his chest, as it rises and falls to the rhythm of your movements.

Logan was watching the part where you are connected, but after a while he shifted his attention to your face. Your eyebrows raised, your eyes tried so hard not rolled back, your mouth slightly open, you were just perfect. You looked like you were enjoying it and you really did, which gave Logan even more confidence.

He needed more friction, more pressure, so he forced you to literally jump on him, which you understood after a while and did. The slapping sound was so strong that it tickled both of your eardrums. You loved this, you needed this.

Logan was close. You felt him not only inside you, how he twitched, but also in his face. He hissed, bite his lip to not scream your name around the whole flat, which he would do under normal circumstances, but after all, there is a party outside and a lot of people, but mostly Wade.

He couldn't hold back, he felt his balls burst in a moment as they were full and you, on the other hand, again had that strange feeling of going to the toilet and emptying yourself. You were so on the edge right now.

You were putting all your energy into your movements when you felt a strange feeling in your stomach. Logan couldn't hold back and closed the gap between you two, hugging you really tightly and thrusting his hips inside you to help you.

Logan moaned and groaned until you heard an iron sound, like two knives rubbing together. At the same time, you felt something cold on your back, which only tickled you but still startled you a little. Still, it didn't freak you out enough to get lost, so you continue riding Logan, who had emptied himself into you just seconds ago.

You reached your climax just a few moments after Logan's orgasm, moaning his name that Wade literally needed to hear you by now. Your juice mixed with Logan's seed inside you, filling you up even more.

Logan still held you in his arms and you scratched his head to comfort both, yourself and him. For the fact that he is definitely 200 years old, his hair is extremely silky. He purred softly under his breath over your fingers in his hair until he finally woke up and regained his strength.

Unlike you, he had gained energy and would be ready for another next round, but you don't have the healing thing like him, so you were way way more tired than him. He was very aware of it and that's why he let you rest.

He finally released you from the hug and watched you totter around a bit. You were so cute in his eyes. Fortunately, you had all your senses back and smelled his scent again, cigarette alcohol and lemon, a strange but really catchy combination. At the same time, you remembered the strange sound of irons and the cold feeling, but before you could ask Logan, the answer was right in front of you.

Sharp "knives" protruded from his knuckles, but they looked like claws, long sharp cat claws. It was a little terrifying, but at the same time it was quite attractive. You admired his hands and you had to reach for those sharp claws.

"Wow...this happens everytime you..." you didn't finish the sentence, because your innocence and shyness didn't allow it, but you both knew very well what you were talking about. Logan chuckled and shook his head. "No…this was the first time this happened…” you felt slightly flattered that you caused this and keep touching these iron claws.

"This is really hot..." you giggled while still admiring his hands. "Thanks, you too" your eyes instantly went to Logan's face the moment you heard his answer. He was smiling at you but not the cocky smile or the mocking smile, it was a warm sweet smile that you don't see on his face really often.

You couldn't help but kiss him and lay on his chest, still naked, the mix of his cum and your juice leaking onto the duvet but you didn't give a single fuck about it. You were just enjoying the moment.

Logan took on the role of a proper gentleman and covered you both with a blanket, so that if someone did get into your room, which was impossible since Logan had clearly locked the door, but even if they did, you wouldn't have to startle them with your naked bodies.

You listened to Logan's heartbeat as he played with your hair. Goosebumps rose all over your body indicating that you are feeling really happy. His breathing was so relaxing and you felt like you would fall asleep in any second.

,,If Wade ever find out about this…” Logan said in his natural deep tone as he continued to play with your hair. "He'll kill me" it took you a while to answer, because you were already half asleep, but you still managed to answer. "Aren't you immortal?" "He would find a way" you both laugh because you knew it was true, but also out of nervousness that it would really happen. But he wouldn't just kill Logan for fucking his little sister, he would kill you too, because you didn't keep your promise.

Well, yolo.

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Logan: I cut my finger

Y/N: I can kiss it. That way it'll get better

Logan: *confused*That works?

Y/N: Yeah, my mum used to do it all the time when I was little

Logan: Huh…

*later*

Logan: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Wade: *has waited his whole life for this* I thought you’d never ask

I can’t stop watching this,, they’re literally fucking

Can you write Logan SFW and NSFW headcanons of seeing being with a shy s/o please

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Of course I can my sweet anon 💕 MDNI THERE IS NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!

Logan Hc's with a Shy S/o

Sfw

He thinks it's the sweetest thing <3

Obviously is more protective of you because you have a hard time standing up for yourself

If your by his side he had a hand on you always, wether it your shoulder hip or his hand in yours

If your overwhelmed by a place/setting and want to leave he will scoop you into his arms and take you wherever you want

He loves to hear your heartbeat speed up, doesn't matter why he just loves seeing you so shy and your face red

If your too shy to order your own food he'll order it for you! He doesn't mind at all, he loves you too much!

When he flirts with you and you go quiet and blush profusely!!! Omg does he think your the cutest thing ever!!

Literally he's just so happy your with him he doesn't even know how you guys got together your shy and sweet and he's the opposite lol

NSFW

"C'mon Sweetheart don't hide your pretty face, lemme see you"

OMGGGGG does he love seeing you so embarrassed when he's deep inside you and whispering dirty things in your ear

When you get really nervous to do any kind of sexual act even when you really want it, but your nerves make you freeze up it drives him crazy

Like you finally build up the courage to give a handjob and your biting your lip and looking at him for reassurance. He tells you to grip harder so you do, but your afraid of hurting him so you loosen your grip. He just had to let out a chuckle "C'mon bub I promise you that it doesn't hurt"

When you give him a blowjob and it's kinda sloppy. Oml the whimpers you let out and the way you look at him make him go feral. He's praising you and encouraging you. After your done he tells you what a good job you've done.

He knows that your so shy and get nervous that he needs to be in control. And he doesn't mind one bit infact he fucking loves it<3

thinking about calling logan “kitty” just to piss him off and see what he’ll do😵‍💫

MDNI 18+

goddd calling him kitty in different scenarios, too.

the first when you're casual, standing in the bathroom and marvelinig at how his hair just sits like that without any interference.

he's tired, eyes low, face sitting in a permanent soft smile as he stares at you.

"you're like a kitty," you say, tapping the tips of his makeshift ears. he snorts, resting his hands on your hips and moving you out of the way.

"uh-huh, whatever you say." he's dismissive, not caring much.

but then when you start calling him that, particularly when you're searching for him in the house, he lets it slide the first couple of times before then he gets stern, typically rounding the corner and letting you bump into his chest as he tells you, "don't call me that."

so you stop. it's cute seeing him pissed, but you don't want to aggravate him too much.

when you call him kitty in bed, it slips out. you're a little wine tipsy, resting back in the center of the bed with your legs spread, waiting for logan to come crawling towards you, you can't help it when you sing, "here kitty kitty."

you're lucky he only teasingly bites your inner thigh in response.