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(Logan can’t close his eyes in the shower due to fear and past trauma).

Logan stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water cascade over his muscular frame. The steam rose around him, creating a haze that blurred the edges of the small bathroom. He reached for the soap, his mind drifting for a moment, but his body remained tense, every muscle coiled and ready.

He wanted to close his eyes, to let the soothing warmth of the water and the comforting scent of the soap wash away the grime and tension of the day. But he couldn't. The mere thought of shutting his eyes, even for a second, sent a jolt of anxiety through him. His heart pounded, and his breath hitched in his throat.

Logan's heightened senses were both a blessing and a curse. They had saved his life more times than he could count, alerting him to dangers before they struck. But they also kept him on edge, never allowing him a moment of true peace. Closing his eyes in the shower meant relinquishing one of his most vital senses, making him feel vulnerable in a way that he hated.

Memories of ambushes and surprise attacks flooded his mind. He had been caught off guard before, and each time had left a mark, a scar that ran deeper than any physical wound. His enemies had a way of finding him, no matter where he was, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even here, in what should have been a sanctuary.

With a heavy sigh, Logan forced himself to keep his eyes open, scanning the bathroom out of habit. The water pounded against his skin, but it couldn't wash away the shadows that haunted him. He quickly finished his shower, feeling a pang of frustration at his inability to relax.

Stepping out of the shower, Logan grabbed a towel and dried off, his movements brisk and efficient. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his eyes hard and unyielding. The man staring back at him was a warrior, always ready for the next fight, always prepared for the worst.

As he dressed, Logan couldn't shake the feeling of unease. It was a part of him now, as much as his adamantium claws and his healing factor. But he knew he had to live with it, to embrace it, because in his world, there was no such thing as true safety. There was only survival, and Logan was a master of it.

Submission by Desire

Summary:

Logan explores a submissive role in his relationship with Dixie, discovering a new level of intimacy and trust.

Logan had always been the alpha male, the unyielding force of nature that left enemies trembling in his wake. But there was another side to him, one he rarely showed. Tonight, with Dixie, he could be vulnerable, soft, and yielding.

As the moonlight streamed through the bedroom window, casting gentle shadows across the room, Logan lay on the bed, his heart pounding with anticipation. Dixie stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes twinkling with affection and a hint of mischief.

“Ready, sugar?” she asked softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves.

Logan nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, darlin’. I’m ready.”

Dixie climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him deeply. Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, down his neck, and over the hard planes of his chest. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the battle between his instinct to take control and his desire to surrender to her.

“Trust me, Logan,” she whispered against his lips. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

He exhaled slowly, releasing the tight grip he had on his self-control. Dixie smiled and began to undress him, taking her time with each button, each piece of clothing, until he lay bare beneath her. She could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the trust he was placing in her, and it filled her with a profound sense of responsibility and love.

From the nightstand, Dixie retrieved a black leather collar. She held it up, meeting Logan’s gaze with a tender smile. “You sure about this?”

Logan’s eyes were filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Gently, Dixie fastened the collar around his neck, the cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. The sensation sent a shiver through him, a reminder of his submission and the trust he was placing in her hands. He let out a soft purr, the sound vibrating in his chest.

“You’re mine tonight,” Dixie said softly, her fingers tracing the edges of the collar. “All mine.”

Logan nodded, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and relief. With the collar on, he could let go completely, knowing that Dixie would take care of him.

Dixie slid her hands over his skin, her touch firm but gentle. Logan’s breath hitched as she explored his body, her fingers tracing the scars and hardened muscles that told the story of his life. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone, his chest, and lower, until he was trembling beneath her, purring louder with each touch.

“You’re so beautiful, Logan,” she murmured, her voice filled with admiration and desire. “So strong, yet so tender.”

Logan closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. He felt her hands wrap around his wrists, lifting them above his head. The sensation of being restrained, even if only by her hands, sent a shiver of anticipation through him.

“Keep them there,” Dixie instructed, her tone firm yet loving. “Don’t move unless I say so.”

He nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Dixie moved down his body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She teased and tormented him, bringing him to the edge of pleasure and pulling back, keeping him on the brink.

“Please, Dixie,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. “I need you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a fierce protectiveness. “I know, sugar. I know.” She finally granted him the release he craved, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure until he was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath her.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice soothing as she ran her fingers through his hair. Logan’s entire body purred with contentment, the sound filling the room.

Dixie released his wrists and lay down beside him, pulling him into her arms. Logan buried his face in her neck, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. She held him close, her fingers stroking his hair and murmuring soothing words into his ear.

“You did so well, Logan,” she whispered. “So proud of you.”

He smiled against her skin, feeling a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure they had shared. In Dixie’s arms, he felt safe, cherished, and loved in a way he had never known before.

As they lay together in the quiet of the night, Logan knew that with Dixie, he could be both the fierce warrior and the vulnerable man. She saw all of him, loved all of him, and that was the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

(I got the collaring idea from @larcenywrites )

Logan | NSFW

(Ask and you shall receive)

A is for Aftercare: After those intense moments together, Logan is all about making sure his partner feels safe and cared for. He'll bring water, wrap them in a warm blanket, and whisper sweet words. It's his way of showing love and ensuring they both come down from that high together.

B is for Biting: Logan has a bit of an animalistic streak, and that shows in his love for playful biting. He enjoys the intimacy of it, leaving little love bites that fade quickly but are a reminder of their passion.

C is for Control: Logan likes to take the lead in bed.He's confident and assertive, but always mindful of his partner's comfort. He finds guiding his partner through the experience incredibly fulfilling.

D is for Dirty Talk: Logan's deep, gravelly voice is perfect for whispering naughty things. His words are direct and incredibly arousing, adding a verbal thrill to their physical connection.

E is for Edging: Logan enjoys bringing his partner to the edge of pleasure and then holding back. It's a game of anticipation that makes the eventual release even more explosive.Fis for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partner's body, building up the tension until they're both desperate for more.

F is for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partners body building of the tension until they’re both desperate for more.

G is for Growling: There's something primal about the way Logan growls during their intimate moments. It's a sound that sends shivers down his partner's spine, adding to the intensity of their connection.

H for Hair Pulling: Logan likes a bit of roughness, and that includes gently pulling his partner's hair. It's a way to express his dominance while keeping things incredibly arousing.

l is for Intensity: Everything Logan does is filled with intensity. His passion is overwhelming, making every encounter feel electrifying and unforgettable.

J is for Jealousy: Logan's possessive side can come out, adding a fiery edge to their encounters. His jealousy isn't about control; it's about his deep desire to protect and cherish his partner.

K is for Kissing: Logan's kisses are legendary. From soft and tender to deep and consuming, he knows how to use his mouth to convey his love and desire.

L is for Lingerie: Logan has a soft spot for lingerie. Seeing his partner dressed up just for him is a major turn-on, and he takes his time appreciating every detail.

M is for Marking: Logan likes leaving marks—a love bite here, a scratch there. These little tokens are reminders of their passion and connection.

N is for Nibbling: Logan's nibbles are playful and intimate, targeting sensitive areas like the ears and neck to tease and tantalize his partner.

O is for Oral: Logan is exceptionally skilled at giving oral pleasure. He's attentive and dedicated, making sure his partner is fully satisfied every time.

P is for Passion: Logan's passion is all-consuming.Every touch, kiss, and thrust is filled with an intensity that makes their time together unforgettable.

Q is for Quickies: Logan loves the spontaneity of quickies. Whether it's in the kitchen or the shower, these impromptu moments keep their relationship, exciting.

R is for Roleplay: Logan enjoys roleplaying different scenarios to add some excitement. He's fully into it, making their fantasies come alive. R is also for Rut: When Logan's in rut, his need for his partner is intense and primal. These moments are wildly passionate and incredibly intense.

S is for Spanking: Logan has a thing for spanking. It's a playful way to add some roughness, and he knows how to balance sting with pleasure.

T is for Teasing: Logan loves to tease, building anticipation until his partner can barely stand it. His playful nature makes the eventual release even more satisfying.

U is for Uninhibited: Logan is open to trying new things and pushing boundaries, keeping their intimacy fresh and exciting.

V is for Voyeurism: Logan enjoys watching his partner, finding pleasure in their reactions and the way they move. It adds an extra layer of connection to their moments together.

W is for Wild: Logan's wild side ensures their encounters are always filled with raw energy and excitement. He lets go of his inhibitions, making every moment intense and unforgettable.

X is for X-Rated: Logan isn't shy about exploring explicit fantasies. He's open and confident, making it easy to share and fulfill even the most daring desires.

Y is for Yearning: Logan's deep yearning for his partner makes their moments together even more intense. His longing adds an emotional depth that makes their connection e v special.

Z is for Zealous: Logan's enthusiasm in bed is unmatched. He's dedicated to his partner's pleasure, ensuring every encounter is filled with.

SFW is otw

Clicker Connection

Summary:

Lily playfully uses a clicker to reward Logan for his endearing actions.

“Hey, Logan,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “What if we tried clicker training on you?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Clicker training? What am I, a dog?”

“No, of course not!” Kara laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But it could be fun. You know, like a game.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, kid. If it makes you happy, I’ll play along.”

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

Logan glanced over the list, his smirk growing. “What’s the reward?”

Kara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ll see.”

Over the next few days, Kara clicked the clicker whenever Logan did something she wanted to reinforce. At first, Logan found it amusing and played along, enjoying the laughter it brought to their home. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the little moments of affection and the playful dynamic it added to their relationship.

One evening, after Logan had fixed the leaky kitchen faucet, Kara clicked the clicker and pulled him into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, Logan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I could get used to this.”

Kara grinned, her heart swelling with love for the man who indulged her silly whims. “See? Clicker training isn’t so bad, is it?”

Logan chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “As long as it keeps you smiling, I’ll play along with whatever crazy idea you come up with.”

Kara clicked the clicker one last time, sealing their playful agreement with a kiss. In that moment, they both knew that it wasn’t about the training or the rewards, but about the joy they found in each other’s company and the love that made every game worth playing.

Unexpected Bond

Summary: Logan and Scott go from rivals to boyfriends after a mission forces them to confront their true feelings.

The X-Jet flew silently through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of its engines a soothing backdrop to the fatigue that settled over Logan and Scott. They sat side by side in the back, their injuries treated but their minds still buzzing from the intensity of their latest mission. The familiar tension between them seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a newfound, tentative connection.

When the team disbanded, Scott lingered in the infirmary, his thoughts in turmoil. Logan, noticing Scott’s distant demeanor, approached him with an unusual tenderness.

“You alright, Summers?” Logan asked, his voice softer than usual.

Scott looked up, his eyes weary. “Just processing everything. Tonight was… a lot.”

Logan nodded, understanding. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air. It might help.”

They stepped outside into the garden, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the sterile environment of the infirmary. They walked in silence to a secluded bench and sat down, the serenity of the garden offering a momentary escape from the chaos of their lives.

Logan broke the silence with a thoughtful tone. “You know, I’ve come to respect you more than I ever thought I would. You handle these situations better than I gave you credit for.”

Scott, surprised by the compliment, met Logan’s gaze. “Thanks, Logan. That means a lot coming from you.”

Logan smirked, though his eyes were sincere. “Don’t get used to it.”

Scott chuckled, the sound lightening the mood. “You’re not so bad yourself. There’s more to you than just the rough exterior.”

Their eyes locked, and something shifted between them. The barriers they had meticulously built began to crumble, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable connection. Logan reached out, his hand gently covering Scott’s.

“Maybe we should stop pretending,” Logan suggested quietly, his gaze steady and earnest.

Scott’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “Maybe we should.”

Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. As they allowed themselves to fully embrace the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their eyes reflecting a new clarity.

“Guess this changes things,” Scott said, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.

Logan’s smirk softened into a real, tender smile. “For the better, I’d say.”

They spent the remainder of the night talking quietly, their walls down and their hearts open. The conversation flowed easily, touching on their hopes, fears, and dreams. As dawn approached, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their bond solidified by the night’s revelations.

In the weeks that followed, Logan and Scott navigated their new relationship with a blend of excitement and calm. They found themselves falling into a new rhythm, their interactions filled with a sense of ease that had been missing before. The tension that once marked their exchanges had transformed into a deep, supportive connection.

Their teamwork improved significantly. In battle, their coordination was almost instinctive, their moves synchronized in a way they hadn’t achieved before. Outside of missions, they found comfort in the small, everyday moments—sharing meals, watching movies, and enjoying quiet evenings together.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Scott and Logan retreated to their quarters. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Scott lay on the bed, looking over at Logan who was seated nearby, lost in thought.

“You know,” Scott said softly, breaking the silence, “this is different from what I imagined. But it feels right.”

Logan looked up from his thoughts, a tender smile crossing his face. “Yeah, it’s different. But it’s exactly what we needed. I’m really glad we found this.”

Scott shifted, sitting up and moving closer to Logan. “Me too. I never thought I’d find something like this, something so… meaningful.”

Logan reached out, his hand brushing against Scott’s cheek. “Neither did I. But now that we have it, I’m not letting it go.”

They continued to explore their relationship, finding joy in the ordinary and comfort in each other’s presence. They celebrated milestones, both big and small, and supported each other through challenges. Their bond became a source of strength not only for them but for the entire team. The acceptance they received from their colleagues reinforced the importance of their connection and made their journey together feel even more significant.

One particularly quiet evening, they sat together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. Logan glanced over at Scott, who was nestled against him, a contented smile on his face.

“This,” Scott said softly, “this is what I’ve always wanted. To be here with you, just… being.”

Logan pressed a gentle kiss to Scott’s forehead. “I feel the same way. We’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew their journey was only beginning. Their relationship, forged through shared experiences and newfound understanding, was a testament to the unexpected and enduring nature of true connection. Facing the future together, they embraced the promise of their bond, ready to tackle whatever came their way with unwavering support and love.

Growing Pains

Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Rogue is transformed into a five-year-old girl. Logan, stepping into an unexpected role, must care for her until a cure can be found, forging a bond that will forever change their relationship.

The mission had been straightforward—or at least it was supposed to be. Infiltrate the lab, shut it down, and get out. But Logan knew better than to trust “straightforward” when it came to their line of work. He and Rogue had been paired up for this one, her powers making her a perfect counterbalance to his ferocity. They worked well together, two forces of nature who understood the danger and the stakes.

But nothing could have prepared Logan for what happened next.

They had been moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground lab, the faint hum of machinery all around them. Rogue was beside him, her gloved hands ready to absorb whatever threat came their way. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow a potential enemy.

Then they found the heart of the lab—a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology that Logan couldn’t even begin to understand. At the center of it all was a scientist, his back turned to them, frantically working at a console.

Logan acted on instinct, charging forward with a growl. But the scientist was ready. He slammed his hand down on a button, and the room was suddenly flooded with an intense, blinding light. Logan’s senses went haywire, his claws still extended as he tried to reach Rogue.

“Rogue!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the light.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over. The light faded, and Logan blinked away the spots in his vision. The lab was silent. Too silent.

He looked around frantically for Rogue, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw her—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly.

A little girl, no older than five, sat on the floor where Rogue had been. She had auburn hair that was wild and tangled, and her big, green eyes were filled with tears. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened.

“Rogue?” he asked, his voice low and rough, hoping against hope that he was wrong.

The little girl looked up at him, sniffling. “L-Logan?” she whimpered, her voice small and scared.

Logan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. Somehow, that bastard scientist had turned Rogue into a child. He didn’t know how, and right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her out of here and figuring out how to fix this.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Logan said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.”

He scooped her up into his arms, and she immediately clung to him, her small hands gripping his jacket like a lifeline. She was so light, so vulnerable, and it made something deep inside Logan twist painfully. He had always been protective of Rogue, but this was different. This was like someone had taken his fierce, independent teammate and replaced her with something fragile and scared.

He made it out of the lab and back to the Blackbird in record time, his thoughts racing. He radioed ahead to the mansion, his voice urgent as he spoke to Beast.

“Hank, we got a situation. Rogue’s been hit by some kind of device—turned her into a kid. I’m bringing her back. Get the medbay ready.”

“Understood, Logan. We’ll be ready when you arrive,” Beast’s voice crackled through the communicator, calm and professional, but Logan could hear the concern beneath the surface.

The flight back to the mansion was silent, Rogue curled up against Logan’s chest. She had stopped crying, but her small body trembled with fear. Logan didn’t say anything, just held her close, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t begin to untangle.

When they finally landed, the team was waiting for them, anxiety etched into every face. Beast rushed forward, his blue-furred face serious as he reached out to take Rogue.

“We need to run some tests, Logan. This might be reversible, but we need to understand what we’re dealing with,” Beast said gently, trying to take Rogue from Logan’s arms.

But the moment Beast touched her, Rogue panicked. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face in Logan’s chest, clutching him even tighter. “No! Don’t leave me, Daddy!”

The words stopped everyone in their tracks. Logan felt his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a strange mix of emotions flooding through him. He wasn’t her father, and she knew that. But right now, she wasn’t thinking straight. She was scared and confused, and he was the only thing that felt safe to her.

“It’s okay, kid,” Logan said softly, rubbing her back with one large, calloused hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Beast hesitated, then nodded, stepping back. “We’ll give you some time to get her settled, Logan. When she’s ready, we’ll start the tests.”

Logan nodded in return, grateful for Beast’s understanding. He carried Rogue inside, the rest of the team watching with a mix of sympathy and concern. He didn’t stop until he reached his own room, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside.

“Let’s get you settled, okay?” Logan murmured as he gently set her down on the bed. But as soon as he tried to pull away, Rogue grabbed his hand, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Logan swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t cut out for this—caring for a kid, especially not one who had been a grown woman just hours ago. But he couldn’t deny the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so small and helpless.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, sitting down beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots and jacket, then lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance but close enough that she could still hold onto him.

Rogue immediately curled up against his side, her small body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. Logan hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Logan lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This was temporary. It had to be. But until they found a way to fix this, he was all she had. And right now, she needed him.

The days turned into weeks, and Logan quickly fell into a routine he never thought he’d experience. Taking care of Rogue—no, taking care of a five-year-old Rogue—was a challenge like no other. She was still Rogue, still had that spark in her eyes and that stubborn streak a mile wide, but she was also a scared little girl who clung to him like a lifeline.

She called him “Daddy” every day now, and every time she did, Logan felt a strange mix of warmth and confusion. It was weird, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. If it helped her feel safe, he could deal with it.

Mornings started with breakfast, where Logan quickly learned that Rogue had a sweet tooth. Pancakes became a regular staple, and he found himself learning how to make them from scratch just to see her smile. Then came the playtime, where she’d drag him into games of hide and seek or ask him to read her stories. Logan had never read so many children’s books in his life, but the way her eyes lit up made it worth it.

Nights were the hardest. Rogue had nightmares almost every night, waking up in a cold sweat and crying for him. Logan would hold her close, whispering that she was safe, that he was there, until she calmed down and fell back asleep. He didn’t sleep much himself, always on edge, always worrying about her.

The X-Men did what they could to help, but it was clear that Rogue only wanted Logan. Even Jean and Ororo, who had always been close to her, couldn’t get through the wall of fear and confusion that kept her glued to Logan’s side.

Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of a cure. Beast worked tirelessly, but the process was slow, and each day felt like a year. Logan found himself growing more attached to the little girl Rogue had become, even as he longed for the day she’d be back to her old self.

One night, after another nightmare, Rogue clung to Logan, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. “Daddy, will I ever be big again?” she asked, her voice muffled against him.

Logan felt his heart clench. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to promise her something he wasn’t sure of. But he couldn’t let her down. Not now.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said softly, stroking her hair.

She sniffled, looking up at him with those big green eyes. “But…you’ll still be my daddy, right? Even when I’m big again?”

Logan hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. She was scared of losing this connection, scared of losing him. And he realized, with a pang of surprise, that he didn’t want to lose it either.

The Quiet Shift

Summary:Riley becomes quiet after overhearing complaints. The X-Men apologize, and she gradually opens up again.

Riley’s laughter echoed through the X-Mansion as she animatedly recounted a humorous incident from her day. Her vibrant energy was a staple of daily life, filling the mansion with a sense of joy and camaraderie. She loved being the source of light-heartedness for her teammates.

That evening, as Riley prepared a late-night snack, she overheard a conversation from the next room. Curious, she edged closer and caught snippets of the discussion.

“I just feel like she never stops talking,” Logan’s voice was laced with irritation. “It can be a lot sometimes.”

Jean added, “It’s like she’s always on, and it’s hard to get any peace and quiet.”

Storm’s calm tone held a hint of exasperation. “Her cheerfulness is great, but it can be overwhelming.”

The words hit Riley hard. She hadn’t realized her constant talking might be a burden. Feeling a sharp pang of hurt, she retreated to her room, her mind racing with the sting of their comments.

Over the next few weeks, Riley’s vibrant personality began to dim. Her conversations grew quieter and more infrequent. Instead of her usual lively anecdotes, she offered brief, unenthusiastic responses. Her friends noticed the change but attributed it to temporary stress or personal issues.

Kitty and Rogue observed the shift and mentioned it in passing. “Ri’s been a bit off lately,” Kitty remarked. “Maybe she’s just going through something.”

Rogue agreed. “Yeah, she’s been quieter. Could be nothing.”

Jean and Logan, focused on their own concerns, didn’t pay it much mind. They assumed Riley would snap back to her old self eventually.

The gradual change continued. Riley’s silence became more pronounced. She attended meals and group activities but remained distant. Her lack of engagement was subtle but noticeable, and while the team saw it, they didn’t immediately connect it to anything deeper.

One evening, during a team discussion, Logan attempted to draw Riley out. “Hey, Ri, any new stories or jokes tonight?”

Riley offered a small, distant smile. “Not tonight, Logan. Maybe another time.”

Logan and the others exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her response. The shift was palpable but didn’t immediately raise alarms. They assumed it was just a phase.

The situation came to a head during a particularly challenging mission. Riley’s performance was subdued, and her usual energy was missing. The team’s concern grew as they noticed her struggle, both in her contributions and her overall demeanor.

Kitty and Rogue decided it was time to address the issue directly. “Something’s definitely wrong,” Kitty said. “We need to talk to Ri and find out what’s going on.”

Rogue nodded. “Yeah, let’s see if we can get her to open up.”

Jean and Logan took their cue and approached Riley. “Ri, we’ve noticed you’ve been really quiet lately,” Logan said, his voice gentle but concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Riley looked up, her eyes betraying the hurt she had been trying to hide. “I overheard you talking about me. About how I talk too much and how it’s overwhelming.”

The X-Men were struck by the realization. They hadn’t intended to hurt her, but the impact of their words was clear. Jean reached out, her voice soft. “We didn’t mean to make you feel this way. We’re really sorry.”

Riley nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I just needed some time to process it.”

The team, now understanding the root of Riley’s change, worked to support her and reconnect with her. Over time, Riley’s laughter and energy began to return, and the team’s efforts helped to bridge the gap that had formed.

Breathless

Summary:

Logan races against time to help his girlfriend during a sudden health scare.

Logan had been out in the woods, clearing his mind after a rough mission. He wasn’t expecting to be gone long, but something had gnawed at him, a nagging worry in the back of his mind that kept him on edge. When he caught the first faint whiff of panic in the air, he froze. It was your scent — mixed with fear.

He sprinted toward the cabin, his heart pounding harder with every step. He slammed the door open, calling your name, but there was no answer. His eyes darted around the room, and that’s when he heard it: a soft, desperate wheeze coming from the hallway.

He found you on the floor, hunched over, clutching your chest, struggling for breath. Your face was flushed, your eyes wide and teary. “Inhaler,” you choked out between gasps, the word barely audible.

“Where is it?” Logan’s voice was sharp, controlled, but inside, his adrenaline was spiking. You tried to gesture towards the living room, but your hand dropped, too weak to point. He didn’t waste a second, tearing through the room, knocking over furniture, ripping open drawers. The sound of your breathing, rapid and shallow, filled his ears — a terrifying metronome counting down.

“Stay with me, darlin’,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You tried to suck in air, but your throat felt like it was closing, your chest burning. The walls seemed to spin, the room growing darker at the edges of your vision. Every breath was a battle, and your head began to feel light, the air too thick, too heavy.

Logan’s hands flew over the room, searching frantically, but the inhaler was nowhere to be found. He felt a spike of frustration and fear that he hadn’t felt in years — a deep, primal fear of losing you.

“Dammit!” he cursed under his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. “Where the hell is it?”

He turned back to you, your body trembling, your breaths coming in shallow, rasping gasps. He couldn’t find the damn thing, and he was running out of time. He rushed over, kneeling beside you, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Look at me,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I need you to stay with me.”

Your eyes struggled to focus on him, your vision blurring. You could barely hear him over the roaring sound in your ears. Logan squeezed your hand tightly, trying to keep you conscious. He could feel the tremor in your fingers, the rapid flutter of your pulse against his skin.

In a flash, he remembered the bedroom. He bolted up, sprinting down the hall with inhuman speed, kicking open the door. He tore through the sheets, tossed pillows aside, until finally, he spotted it — the inhaler, half-hidden beneath the bed. He snatched it up, spinning around and racing back to you.

By the time he reached you, you were barely conscious, your body slumped against the wall, each breath a rattling, painful effort. “Come on, sweetheart, come on,” he muttered, positioning the inhaler against your lips. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

You tried, but it felt like inhaling through a straw. Logan’s hands were steady, though his heart was racing. He pressed the inhaler again, counting softly, forcing his own breathing to slow, to stay calm for you. He watched, waiting for any sign that the medicine was working.

For a long moment, nothing changed. Your breath was still too shallow, too quick, and panic was clawing at his chest. But then, slowly, he heard it — a slight easing, the smallest gasp of air finding its way into your lungs. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

You took another breath, deeper this time, and he could see the color starting to return to your face. He kept his hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, his voice low and soothing. “That’s it. Nice and slow,” he whispered. “I got you.”

Finally, you managed a full, shaky breath, and then another. The tightness in your chest began to loosen. Logan held you close, his forehead pressed against yours, his own breathing heavy with relief.

“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, almost as if saying it to convince himself. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

First Day Triumph

Summary: Logan picks Laura up from her first day of school, celebrates her good behavior with Pringles, and listens as she excitedly shares about her day and their weekend plans.

(I decided to write a story based on the picture I found on Pinterest 😃)

Logan pulled up to the school, the engine rumbling to a stop. The late afternoon sun bathed the playground in golden light, and Logan scanned the sea of children for the familiar face of his daughter. After a moment, he spotted her: Laura, standing by the gate, clutching her backpack tightly and looking a little overwhelmed.

He climbed out of the truck and made his way over, his heart swelling with pride. Laura’s eyes lit up when she saw him, and she ran toward him with an excited squeal. Logan scooped her up, holding her close as she wrapped her small arms around his neck. Her soft, relieved laughter was like music to his ears.

“How’d it go, kiddo?” Logan asked, his voice warm and affectionate as he set her on his shoulders.

Laura wiggled into a comfortable position, her tiny hands clutching his hair for balance. “It was okay,” she said, her voice a mix of excitement and exhaustion. “I made a drawing for you and I didn’t get in trouble!”

Logan’s heart melted a little more at her words. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of Pringles. “I figured you might like a little reward for being so good.”

Laura’s eyes widened with delight as she took the bag from him. She eagerly opened it, popping a chip into her mouth and crunching happily. “Thank you, Daddy!” she said between bites, her voice muffled by the chip.

Logan chuckled, feeling a wave of happiness at her contentment. “So, tell me about your drawing. What’s it of?”

Laura’s face lit up as she began to describe her creation, her words tumbling out excitedly. “It’s of us at the park, with the big tree and the swings. I want to show you everything I drew!”

Logan grinned, his pride evident. “Sounds amazing. How about we head to the park this weekend, just like you said? We can have a picnic and I’ll bring the crayons so you can draw some more.”

Laura’s laughter rang out, a clear, joyous sound that filled the cab of the truck. “Yes! That sounds perfect!”

As they drove away from the school, Logan felt a deep sense of contentment. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, amber glow over the landscape. Laura’s laughter and the crunch of Pringles were the soundtrack to a perfect end of a day. He glanced up at her, her face flushed with happiness, and knew that these small moments were the ones he cherished the most.

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Hi!!! Can you write something else for dad!Logan with Laura? Maybe something where they meet reader (maybe she works at the library, or she’s a school teacher, or even the waitress at a restaurant, or they run into her at the park) and Laura sees her dad with the woman and instantly KNOWS they click 💕

The Library Smile

Summary:Logan meets a kind librarian, and his daughter Laura quickly senses a connection, urging him to pursue it.

Logan and Laura step into the small, cozy library on a Sunday afternoon, the kind of place where time seems to slow down. Sunlight streams through the high windows, casting golden pools of light on the well-worn carpet. The air is thick with the comforting scent of old pages and coffee from a little café tucked in the back corner.

Logan rarely visits places like this—too quiet, too exposed, too many windows. But he promised Laura an afternoon of peace, and she had insisted on the library. He watches her dart toward the graphic novels, her eyes alight with excitement, and feels a twinge of pride. For someone so young, she’s seen too much, experienced too much—but here, in this sanctuary of stories, she can just be a kid.

As Logan trails after her, trying to stay out of people’s way, he catches sight of you. You’re standing on a small step stool, stretching up to reach a top shelf, a few books in your arms. Your face is bright with concentration, eyes narrowed slightly in focus, and there's a small, unguarded smile on your lips as if the world outside the library walls doesn’t exist.

He watches for a moment longer than he should, something inside him shifting. Your hair falls loose around your face, and when you finally manage to place the book in its rightful spot, you step back down, satisfied. You catch his gaze and offer a warm, friendly smile that makes Logan’s heart do something strange—a little flip he hasn’t felt in years. He nods back, caught off guard, and quickly looks away, but not before you see a hint of something softer in his eyes.

Laura, ever observant, sees it all. She’s young, but she knows her dad better than most. She’s seen his smiles before, but this one is different—it’s small, a little awkward, but real. She watches how he keeps glancing at you, like he’s curious, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself in this quiet place.

She tugs at Logan’s sleeve, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Dad,” she whispers, eyes gleaming with mischief, “why don’t you go talk to her?”

Logan frowns, a bit thrown by her directness. “What are you talkin’ about, kid?” he grumbles, though there’s no bite in his words.

“She’s nice,” Laura insists, shrugging as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And you’re smiling. You don’t smile like that for just anyone.”

Logan looks back at you, a bit embarrassed, but there’s no denying the pull he feels. “Yeah, maybe,” he mutters, trying to play it cool, but Laura sees right through him.

“C’mon,” she urges, nudging him again. “Just ask her something. You always say to be brave, right?”

Logan chuckles softly, realizing he’s been cornered by his own advice. “Alright, kid, alright,” he concedes, ruffling her hair. “But if this goes south, it’s on you.”

Laura just grins, watching him take a deep breath like he’s about to face down a dozen Sentinels, not just talk to a woman in a library. He approaches you, clearing his throat, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice comes out a bit rougher than he intended. “Uh, my kid and I… we’re lookin’ for some books. For her, mostly.” He stumbles over his words, not quite sure where to start. “Maybe you could help us find something… good?”

You look up from your stack of books, your smile brightening when you see him standing there, trying hard not to look as awkward as he feels. “Of course! I’d be happy to help,” you reply warmly. “What does she like to read?”

Logan hesitates, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how little he knows about the details of books. “Uh, she’s into graphic novels,” he says. “And, y’know… adventure stuff. Stuff with a lot of heart.”

You nod, your smile never wavering. “I think I have just the thing.” You lead him to a different section, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s following. He is, eyes focused on you in a way that makes your cheeks warm.

Laura watches this from behind a nearby bookshelf, trying to look busy flipping through her comics but grinning ear to ear. She notices the way Logan’s stance softens, how his shoulders lose a bit of their usual tension, and how he’s leaning in just slightly, listening to every word you say.

As you hand Logan a book, your fingers brush for just a second. It’s nothing, a small accidental touch, but to him, it feels like a spark. He clears his throat again, this time softer, almost shy. “Thanks,” he says, holding the book, but his eyes are still on you.

“No problem,” you reply, noticing the way he looks at you, as if he’s trying to memorize your face. “It’s nice… seeing a dad and daughter spending time like this.”

Logan’s face softens even more, and there’s a look of vulnerability there, something rare, something you don’t often see in a man like him. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice lower, more sincere. “She means the world to me.”

You nod, touched by the honesty in his words. “I can see that,” you say gently. “You’re doing a great job.”

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence, a quiet understanding that seems to settle between you. Logan feels like he could stay in this moment just a little longer, basking in the warmth of your smile, the softness of your voice.

Laura can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. She doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but she knows it’s good—better than good. Her dad deserves this, deserves someone who can make him feel human, make him smile.

Logan finally steps back, holding the book you’ve given him like it’s something precious. “Thanks again,” he says, his voice softer, more genuine than before. “Maybe… maybe we’ll see you around?”

You smile, and there’s a hint of something hopeful in your eyes. “I’d like that,” you reply.

As Logan walks back to Laura, she beams up at him. “So?” she asks, trying to sound casual, but failing.

Logan shakes his head, a small smile still on his lips. “So… maybe you were right, kid,” he admits, ruffling her hair. “Maybe.”

Laura grins, feeling like she just won the lottery. “Told you,” she says, satisfied.

And as they leave the library, Logan glances back over his shoulder, one last time, catching your eye again. There’s a small wave, a shared smile, and something new blooming between you—something fragile, but undeniably real.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan feels like maybe, just maybe, there’s room for a little more light in his life.

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(English isn’t my first language)

Hey bub! I was going to ask for a Logan x fem!mutant!oc age gap scenario like where he found her in a mission (she would be around 17-18 y.o back then) and the X-men decided to take her to the school. Logan became her mentor, practically raised her and she has been so good to him. One night she comes into his room because she is having nightmares, he lets her sleep there and regrets it after accidentally almost killing her with his claws when he was having another night terror. She gets into a coma for a month and when she wakes up she sees that he is gone without a goodbye or a note. Two years passes and he didn’t communicate with her or anyone else during the time. And he comes back home. She is a brat who is demanding answers, not like the good girl he left behind, he gets mad too and they fight. Seeing she had grown up into a young beautiful woman in her first twenties, Logan starts to feel something else for her but he doesn’t wanna ruin her because she is too young. He is also aware of her little crush on him she held for a long time.

(If there is something in this scenario making you uncomfortable I’m so sorry for that and you can just ignore this.)

When the Dust Settles (warnings: grooming)

Summary: Logan rescues a young mutant and becomes her mentor, but after a tragic accident, he leaves without a word. Two years later, he returns, only to face the fierce young woman she has become and the unresolved tension between them.

Logan’s team approached the dilapidated warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the heavy rain. The mission briefing had hinted at a secret lab dealing in illegal mutant experimentation, but nothing could have prepared them for the chaos that awaited inside.

The warehouse was dimly lit, its vast interior filled with the hum of machinery and the hiss of steam. Logan, leading the charge, signaled for his team to spread out. They moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the target.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and the crackle of electricity echoed through the building. Logan quickened his pace, his senses heightened. They turned a corner and found themselves facing a scene of turmoil.

A young mutant girl, barely more than seventeen, was restrained by armed guards. Her powers were out of control—electricity arced from her hands, and her eyes glowed with a fierce light. The guards, terrified and struggling, tried in vain to subdue her with energy restraints and tranquilizers, but nothing seemed to work.

“Get back!” Logan ordered, his voice cutting through the noise. He sprang into action, claws extended, his anger boiling. He charged at the guards, dispatching them with quick, precise strikes.

The girl’s eyes locked onto him, a mix of fear and desperation in her gaze. “Help me!” she cried, her voice strained.

Logan moved swiftly to her side, carefully avoiding the dangerous arcs of electricity. “I’m here,” he said, trying to keep his tone calm. “You’re safe now.”

He reached her, using his claws to slice through her restraints. As soon as she was free, she collapsed against him, her energy spent. Logan scooped her up, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Let’s get her out of here,” he instructed his team, who were already securing the area. They moved quickly, navigating their way back through the warehouse, the girl’s breathing shallow and labored against Logan’s chest.

Back at the X-Men’s base, the girl was taken to the infirmary. Logan stayed by her side, his concern palpable as doctors worked to stabilize her. The power surge had left her exhausted and injured, but she was safe for now.

In the days that followed, Logan became her anchor, guiding her through her new life with the X-Men. Their bond grew stronger, and he took on the role of mentor and protector, helping her harness her powers and navigate the complexities of her new world.

As the sun began to set one evening, Logan and the girl finished a grueling training session. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, and the air was filled with the faint scent of the forest. Logan wiped his brow with the back of his hand and grinned at her, his pride evident.

“You’re improving, kid. Keep it up,” he said, his voice rough but warm.

The girl, her hair sticking to her face, smiled back, her exhaustion giving way to a sense of accomplishment. “Thanks, Logan. I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Just don’t let it go to your head. We’ve still got a lot to work on.”

They walked back to the mansion together, their easy camaraderie evident in their playful banter. Logan felt a rare sense of contentment as he watched her, knowing he was helping her find her strength and confidence.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan invited the girl to join him for a movie night in the common room. He’d set up a cozy spot with blankets and snacks, determined to give her a break from training and responsibilities.

As they settled in, the girl looked at the setup with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. “I didn’t know you had a soft side.”

Logan shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “Everyone needs a break now and then. Besides, you’ve been working hard. Thought you deserved a little downtime.”

They watched a classic film, and as the night wore on, Logan noticed the girl snuggling closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He shifted slightly to make her more comfortable, feeling a warmth in his chest as she sighed contentedly.

One rainy afternoon, the girl was feeling particularly down. She had been struggling with controlling her powers and was frustrated by her lack of progress. Logan found her sitting alone on the edge of the training grounds, her shoulders slumped.

He sat down beside her and placed a comforting hand on her back. “You’re doing great. It’s okay to have off days. Even the best have them.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I feel like I’m failing.”

Logan shook his head and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “You’re not failing. You’re learning, and learning takes time. Just remember, you’re not alone in this.”

She leaned into him, finding solace in his steady presence. Logan wrapped an arm around her, his touch reassuring. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised, his voice firm but gentle.

On her birthday, Logan decided to do something special for her. He organized a small surprise party with a few close friends and decorated the common room with colorful streamers and balloons.

When she walked in, her eyes widened in surprise. “Logan, you did all this for me?”

He shrugged, trying to hide his own smile. “Figured you deserved a celebration. Besides, you’re pretty important to us.”

They spent the evening laughing, eating cake, and playing games. As the party wound down, Logan handed her a small wrapped gift. “Happy Birthday,” he said, his voice soft.

She opened the gift to find a locket with a picture of the two of them training together. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Logan. This means a lot.”

Logan patted her back, his own emotions barely contained. “You’re welcome. You’re family now.”

As time passed, their relationship deepened, but Logan remained haunted by the memory of the chaos and the girl’s frightened eyes. The guilt of the mission and the responsibility he felt for her well-being weighed heavily on him.

One night, the girl, now a young woman in her early twenties, came to Logan’s room, trembling from a nightmare. Despite his reservations, Logan allowed her to stay, letting her sleep beside him for comfort. However, his own nightmares and night terrors soon became a danger to her. In his restless state, he accidentally extended his claws, grazing her in a moment of panic.

When he awoke and saw her injured, his heart sank. She was rushed back to the infirmary, and Logan was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. The girl fell into a coma, and as days turned into weeks, Logan’s guilt and regret festered.

A month later, she awoke to an empty room. Logan had vanished without a word, leaving no explanation for his departure. The girl, now deeply hurt and confused, threw herself into her training, her grief transforming into a fierce determination.

Two years later, Logan returned, his absence marked by an unsettling silence. He found her transformed—strong, assertive, and no longer the timid girl he had left behind. Their reunion was fraught with tension and unresolved emotions.

“Why did you leave?” she demanded, her voice echoing with pain and anger. “Didn’t I mean anything to you?”

Logan’s face twisted with guilt. “You did. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with hurt. “To leave me without a word? To hurt me?”

Logan’s frustration boiled over. “I was trying to protect you! I didn’t know how to fix what I’d done. I needed time to figure things out.”

“Time? You took two years!” she shouted. “You could’ve at least left a note or something. Instead, you just disappeared. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

Logan’s voice was a growl now. “I was a mess! I couldn’t face you after what happened. I thought it was better if I stayed away until I could deal with my own demons.”

She glared at him, tears streaming down her face. “You think running away was the answer? You left me alone to deal with everything by myself, and now you come back expecting things to be the same?”

Logan tried to reach for her, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “I know I messed up. I’m sorry. But seeing you like this, so strong and different—”

She jerked away from him. “Different? You mean I’m not the same scared kid you left behind? Maybe I grew up because I had no choice but to. But don’t you dare think that makes what you did okay.”

Their argument escalated, exposing old wounds and unspoken feelings. Logan struggled with his growing attraction to her, torn between his feelings and the fear of acting on them. He was painfully aware of the crush she had harbored for him, but the age difference and his own insecurities clouded his judgment.

As they navigated their fraught relationship, both Logan and the girl had to confront their past and face the future with the uncertainty of their new dynamic. The path forward would be complex, but their journey was just beginning.

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Love your writing! Can I request a fic where worst!Logan gets short in the head or like knocked or smith and when he wakes up the first thing he sees is readers face, kneeling in front of him? It kinda shocks wade how in every reality Logan falls for reader

Across Every Universe

Summary: Logan wakes up to the reader's face, and Deadpool notes he falls for her in every reality.

The world is spinning. Logan’s head feels like it’s been split in two, and he can’t tell if it’s from the blow he took or just the sheer exhaustion of everything. He blinks, trying to focus on something, anything. Pain lances through his skull, and for a moment, he wonders if this time, they finally did him in.

Then he sees a face—a familiar face—kneeling in front of him, eyes wide with worry.

“Logan?” The voice is soft, panicked. He knows that voice. It’s always the same, always her.

He blinks again, trying to clear the fog from his vision. Her hand is on his cheek, warm and steady, and he swears he can feel his healing factor working just a little faster because of it.

“Hey, you with me?” she asks, her voice a gentle tether pulling him back from the edge of oblivion.

He tries to speak, but his throat feels like it’s full of gravel. Instead, he just nods, reaching up to cover her hand with his. Her presence soothes him, anchors him in a way he can’t quite explain.

“Unbelievable,” comes a voice from somewhere behind her, dripping with disbelief and just a little bit of amusement. “Every damn time.”

Logan shifts his gaze past her to see Wade Wilson standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his mask slightly askew from whatever scrap they just had. Wade shakes his head, his mouth twisting into a smirk that Logan wants to knock clean off his face.

“Every universe, every timeline,” Wade continues, pointing between Logan and the reader, “you always fall for her. No matter what. It’s like some cosmic joke, and I’m the only one in on it.”

The reader turns to glare at Wade. “Could you be serious for once? He just got his head knocked in!”

Wade throws up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. It’s like you two are star-crossed or something, but in a super cheesy, rom-com way.” He pauses, considering. “Actually, more like one of those soap operas. Will they, won’t they, are they—”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan growls, voice rough but gaining strength. He pushes himself up to sit, still holding onto the reader’s hand as if she might disappear if he lets go. “What the hell happened?”

The reader turns her attention back to him, brows furrowed in concern. “You took a hit to the head. We were surrounded, and you stepped in front of me.”

Logan frowns, piecing together fragments of memory. “Yeah… I remember that.” He shakes his head slightly. “Why’d you do that?”

She smiles, a small, exasperated thing that lights up her face. “Maybe because I like having you around, dumbass.”

Logan can’t help but chuckle, even though it hurts his ribs. “That makes one of us.”

Wade snorts. “Oh, please. You two are like a badly written love song, but somehow it always ends up being the top hit on every playlist.”

Logan rolls his eyes but squeezes the reader’s hand tighter. “Why don’t you take a walk, Wade? Go find someone else to annoy.”

Wade grins. “Oh, I think I’ll stick around. Wouldn’t want to miss the moment you realize—yet again—that you’re head over heels.”

Logan sighs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing at his lips. Because as much as he hates to admit it, Wade isn’t wrong. In every universe, every reality, every damn timeline, it always comes down to this: him and her.

Maybe it’s fate. Or maybe it’s just that some things are meant to be, no matter how many times the world tries to knock him down.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

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The Choice

Summary:On a mission, Logan chooses Jean over Celine, who painfully realizes he would always choose Jean.

Logan had fought in countless battles, faced impossible odds, but today was different. The mission had spiraled out of control, and the air was thick with smoke and shouts. Logan’s claws sliced through enemy lines as he fought with everything he had, but his mind kept drifting back to the two women behind him.

Jean Grey, his ex-lover, was struggling just a few steps away. Her face was strained, her hands shaking as she held up a psychic barrier against the onslaught. They had been something once—intense, complicated, and real. Even after it ended, the connection between them never truly severed. He felt it now, a pull he couldn’t ignore.

Across the battlefield, Celine fought fiercely, her movements sharp and calculated. Logan had promised her everything. Promised her he’d always be there, always come back. But as he turned his gaze back to Jean, who collapsed to her knees, clutching her temples in agony, his heart twisted.

Jean screamed, and it cut through him like a knife. Her shields shattered, leaving her defenseless against the incoming barrage. Logan’s instincts screamed at him to go to her, to protect her like he always had.

“Logan!” Celine’s voice broke through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “We need to retreat, now!”

But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jean. “I can’t leave her,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Celine’s voice sharpened. “Logan, don’t make me choose between you and her!”

He finally turned to face Celine, and in her eyes, he saw the realization of what was coming. Her lips trembled, but her gaze held steady, hard.

“Why?” she challenged, her voice biting. “Because you would choose her?”

His throat tightened. He hated this—hated the truth that hung between them like a sword. But he couldn’t lie. “Yeah,” he rasped, “I’ll choose her.”

Something in Celine’s expression shifted, her eyes going cold and distant, like shutters slamming shut. Her face went blank, devoid of emotion. “Fine,” she said, her tone flat, almost disinterested. “Do what you have to do.”

Logan hesitated, but the urgency of the situation pressed him. He sprinted toward Jean, scooping her up and carrying her toward the Blackbird, his heart heavy. He knew he’d crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.

When he reached the jet, he placed Jean inside, making sure she was stable. Then he turned to look at Celine. She was already at the controls, her expression icy, unreadable. She didn’t even glance his way.

“Celine…” he began, desperate to find the words.

“Don’t bother,” she cut in coldly, her tone like frost. “You made your choice, Logan. Now live with it.”

He flinched, feeling the sting of her words like a slap. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes flicked to him, empty and cold. “You didn’t,” she replied, her voice chilling in its calmness. “You just showed me where we stand.”

Logan swallowed hard, realizing just how deeply he’d wounded her. But she turned away, dismissing him entirely, focusing on the controls as if he were no longer there. The engines roared to life, and the jet began to ascend, but her silence was louder than the roar.

She didn’t look at him again, her gaze fixed forward, her posture rigid and unyielding. Logan felt a hollow ache settle in his chest, knowing he had just lost something vital, something he might never get back.

As they flew into the night, Celine remained silent, her expression like stone, a barrier he knew he’d never be able to breach again.

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“Instant Connection”

Summary: Logan and Laura visit a library where Laura instantly senses a connection between her dad and the friendly librarian, knowing they’re meant to click.

(Technically, this is a part two to the library smile)

Logan had promised Laura he’d take her to the library after their latest mission—nothing too intense, just a simple in-and-out that somehow ended up with Logan covered in mud and Laura sporting a new tear in her jacket. A quiet trip to the library felt like a fair trade.

As they stepped inside, Logan immediately noticed the cozy warmth of the place. The scent of old books and fresh coffee hung in the air. He felt out of place, with his rugged appearance contrasting against the library’s calm ambiance. Laura, however, darted off with purpose toward the children’s section, her favorite place to be on these trips.

Logan wandered through the aisles, trying to keep an eye on Laura while scanning for anything that might catch his interest. That’s when he saw you. You were behind the front desk, your head buried in a book, your fingers gently flipping the pages. You looked up briefly, catching his gaze. Logan quickly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Laura, who had been observing her dad from behind a bookshelf, noticed the way Logan kept glancing in your direction. A knowing grin spread across her face. She had never seen Logan this… distracted. Curious, she approached you, tugging at your sleeve gently.

“Excuse me, miss,” Laura asked, her voice sweet and innocent. “Do you have any books on, um… special families?”

You smiled warmly at her, nodding. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Follow me, and I’ll show you where they are.” As you led Laura to a nearby section, she asked, “Do you like working here?”

You chuckled softly, “I do. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. And I get to help people find stories they love.”

Laura’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, “Like my dad?”

You glanced over at Logan, who was now pretending to be interested in a random shelf of books. “Is that your dad?” you asked, your eyes lingering on him a bit longer this time.

“Yep!” Laura replied proudly. “He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy. Likes reading… sometimes.” She shot a grin back at Logan, who was watching with a puzzled expression. “Maybe you could help him find a good book. Something to help him relax?”

You laughed softly. “I’d be happy to try.”

Logan, sensing he was being talked about, slowly approached, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry if she’s bothering you,” he mumbled.

“Oh, no bother at all,” you replied, your smile wide and inviting. “She’s quite the charming little helper. She thinks you might need a good book recommendation.”

Logan raised an eyebrow at Laura, who just gave him a cheeky grin. “Yeah, well, she might be right about that.”

You chuckled again and handed him a book. “Maybe start with this one. It’s got a bit of everything—adventure, a little romance, and some good old-fashioned heroics.”

Logan took the book from you, feeling the warmth of your hand linger on the cover. “Thanks… I’ll give it a shot.”

Laura, standing between you both, looked back and forth, her grin growing wider by the second. She nudged Logan’s leg with her foot, whispering loudly, “Told you she’s nice, Dad.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly. “Yeah, kid, you’re right… She is.”

And in that moment, Laura knew. She saw the way Logan’s usually guarded expression softened when he looked at you, and how your smile seemed to brighten just a little more when you spoke to him. She didn’t need any more proof. She knew her dad had just met someone special.

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Silent Exchange

Summary: Logan, working as a prostitute, meets a client who only wants to talk. In their conversation, Logan faces the emptiness he’s been running from.

The bar was thick with sweat, blood, and smoke, and Logan stood in the middle of the cage, his chest heaving from another brutal fight. The crowd roared around him, but he tuned them out, his senses dulled to the chaos. The opponent lay crumpled on the mat, and Logan wiped a streak of blood from his knuckles. It wasn’t his.

He grabbed his coat from the edge of the cage and slipped it over his broad shoulders, walking toward the back without looking back at the crowd or the unconscious man. He’d seen it all before—too many times to count. It was just another fight. Just another night.

As he ducked through the narrow corridor, Vic, his so-called “manager,” stood leaning against the wall. Vic was a rat of a man, always looking for the next quick buck, always knowing how to push Logan’s buttons.

“Logan, you killed it tonight, man,” Vic said, that slimy grin plastered on his face. “But you know, the fights? They’re small-time compared to what you could be making.”

Logan didn’t stop, barely acknowledging Vic as he passed him.

“C’mon, Logan,” Vic called after him. “I got real offers! Men and women, high rollers. They pay a premium for someone like you.”

Logan paused, jaw clenching. He could hear Vic’s grin even without looking. He’d been running from offers like this for a long time. But the money from the fights wasn’t enough anymore. And something about the grind of it all was wearing him down.

“How much?” Logan asked without turning around.

Vic’s grin spread wider. “Enough to make it worth your time. They like ’em strong. Like a beast. Someone who can take whatever they throw at ’em.”

Logan closed his eyes for a second. He knew exactly what Vic meant. He’d seen it before, been offered it before. But tonight, something inside him gave in.

“Fine,” Logan muttered, his voice low.

The first client was a woman, older, draped in diamonds and arrogance. Her perfume was thick, filling the room like a fog, suffocating. She didn’t speak much, just took him in with a gaze that said she’d already owned him before he’d even stepped through the door.

Logan let her. He’d learned to detach himself, to let his mind drift as his body did what was expected. She wanted someone rough, someone who could take whatever she dished out. He gave her that. And when it was over, he left without a word, pocketing the envelope she’d left on the bedside table.

The clients came and went after that. Sometimes men, sometimes women. Some wanted him to be gentle, others wanted to test his limits. None of it mattered to Logan. He was just a body, just muscle and bone, flesh that healed too fast for any of it to leave a mark. It was just another kind of fight. A different kind of cage.

The money was good, though. Better than the fights. He could live off it. But the emptiness followed him out of every hotel room, clinging to him like the stench of cheap perfume and sweat.

He could handle it. He’d handled worse. That’s what he kept telling himself. But every night, it chipped away a little more.

It wasn’t until the night he met him that things began to shift.

Logan walked into the room like he always did, expecting the same motions, the same script. The client was a man in his mid-thirties, clean-cut, his suit well-tailored and his hair slicked back. Logan had seen plenty of guys like him—wealthy, successful, but hollow behind the eyes, looking for something they couldn’t buy with all their money.

They sat across from each other in the hotel room, the man watching Logan quietly.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” the man asked after a moment, his voice calm but tinged with something like nervousness.

Logan grunted. “Yeah.”

The man nodded, still studying him. But unlike the others, he wasn’t eyeing Logan with lust or hunger. His expression was more… curious. Thoughtful, even.

“You ever get tired of it?” the man asked, leaning forward slightly. “Doing this?”

Logan frowned. “It’s a job,” he said flatly. “Same as any other.”

The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that all it is to you? Just a job?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. He didn’t know how to respond to that. Most clients didn’t care. Most of them just wanted to get what they paid for and move on. But this guy… he wanted more. He wanted to talk.

“What do you want?” Logan asked, his voice gruff.

The man leaned back in his chair, his expression softening. “I didn’t hire you to… do what you think. I just wanted to talk.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, the tension in his body easing slightly. This wasn’t what he’d expected. Not at all.

“Talk,” Logan repeated, the word foreign in his mouth. “That’s all?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. That’s all.”

Logan was silent for a long moment, unsure of what to do with this. Talking wasn’t part of the deal. It never had been. But this man—he wasn’t asking for anything else. He wasn’t demanding or pushing Logan into that familiar role.

“Why?” Logan finally asked, his voice low.

The man sighed softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Because… I’m tired. Tired of everything feeling so empty. I’ve been paying for company for years, but it’s always the same. No matter what I do, no matter how much I pay, it never fills the hole.”

Logan felt a strange twinge of recognition in the man’s words. He knew that feeling all too well.

The man looked up at him again, eyes soft but serious. “You ever feel that way? Like no matter what you do, nothing fills the void?”

Logan clenched his jaw, the weight of the question settling heavily on him. He could brush it off, pretend like he didn’t understand. But the truth was, the man was right. Logan had been running from that void for as long as he could remember.

“Yeah,” Logan muttered. “I get it.”

They sat in silence for a while, the usual tension of these encounters fading away. There was no expectation, no transaction. Just two men sitting in a hotel room, both carrying the weight of their own emptiness.

“You don’t have to stay,” the man said softly. “If this isn’t what you want.”

Logan shook his head. “No. It’s fine.”

He didn’t know why he stayed. Maybe because, for once, there was no need to turn it all off. No need to shut down. For once, he wasn’t just a body, wasn’t just a tool for someone else’s pleasure.

And for the first time in a long while, that felt like enough.

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When It Hurt

Summary: Logan cares for Wade during a painful episode, showing him he’s not alone.

Wade was slipping.

The pain felt different this time—worse. It crawled under his skin, dug into his bones, and wouldn’t let go. He had stopped keeping track of the days, the hours. Time blurred into one endless stream of hurt, and the only constant was the hollow ache deep in his body as it rebelled against him. His healing factor, usually his greatest weapon, was failing him tonight. Every cell felt like it was tearing itself apart.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. He was cold. So cold that his teeth chattered, even as sweat dripped down his scarred face. His body lay sprawled on the floor of his dingy apartment, too weak to rise, too stubborn to call anyone for help. Not that anyone would care, right?

The door creaked open, but Wade didn’t lift his head. He couldn’t muster the strength to react, not even when the familiar heavy footsteps approached. A low sigh cut through the silence, and then that voice, rough as gravel.

“Wade.”

Logan.

Wade’s breath hitched, his body convulsing in a painful shiver. He wanted to say something, crack a joke, but all that came out was a broken whisper. “Logey…? Thought you… swore off visiting my… beautiful face.”

Logan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he knelt beside Wade, his gruff demeanor softening for a moment as he took in the sight of the man lying before him—pale, trembling, and looking more fragile than Logan had ever seen him. Wade was always larger than life, hiding behind endless wisecracks and masks, but now… now he looked small. Vulnerable.

“Christ, Wade. What’ve you done to yourself?” Logan muttered, his brows furrowing. His hands were steady as he gently touched Wade’s face, checking for fever. Cold as ice. “You’re freezing.”

Wade let out a weak laugh, the sound hollow and brittle. “Yeah… I’m a walking popsicle… catch me while you can.” His lips quivered, his voice breaking at the end. He hated this—hated being weak in front of anyone, especially Logan.

Logan didn’t bite at the joke this time. His focus was on getting Wade off the floor, his hands moving with surprising gentleness as he hooked them under Wade’s arms. “C’mon. We gotta get you warmed up,” Logan grumbled, lifting him with ease. Wade’s body was limp, too drained to protest.

The mercenary let out a faint groan as Logan guided him toward the couch, his muscles spasming with every step. It hurt. It all hurt. But he didn’t want Logan to see it—didn’t want to let anyone see how much it hurt.

“Logey, if you wanted to… cuddle, you could’ve… asked,” Wade slurred, trying desperately to keep up the act.

Logan just shook his head, his jaw tight. He laid Wade down on the couch, careful not to jostle him too much. Wade could feel the warmth of Logan’s hands lingering on him even after he pulled away. A shiver wracked his body, and his teeth chattered violently.

Logan grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, covering Wade with it. “You’re a goddamn idiot,” Logan muttered, but there was no anger in his voice—just something that sounded almost… sad.

Wade stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, his vision blurry. “Yeah, but you… you love me,” he whispered, his breath catching on the last word.

Logan froze for a second, his expression flickering with something unreadable. Then, without a word, he disappeared into the kitchen. Wade could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, water running. His body ached, the pain throbbing in every limb, but for the first time in days, he wasn’t completely alone.

Logan returned a few minutes later, kneeling beside the couch with a steaming mug in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He pressed the glass to Wade’s lips, helping him drink. Wade gulped down the cool liquid, grateful for the relief it brought to his parched throat.

Logan watched him, his brow furrowed with concern. “When’s the last time you ate somethin’?”

Wade blinked, trying to remember. The days had bled together, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’d had anything besides a few sips of water. “Who needs food when you’ve got… cancer couture?” he rasped, but the joke fell flat, the usual spark missing from his voice.

Logan’s hand tightened around the mug, and for a moment, Wade thought he was going to snap. But instead, Logan held the mug up to Wade’s mouth, his touch so gentle it almost felt like a dream. Wade sipped slowly, the warmth of the broth spreading through his chest, taking the edge off the freezing cold that had settled deep in his bones.

“You’re not invincible,” Logan said quietly, his voice rough but soft. “I know you act like you are, but… this? This ain’t a joke, Wade.”

Wade’s breath hitched, a lump forming in his throat. Logan didn’t talk like this. Logan didn’t do feelings. But here he was, sitting beside Wade like a goddamn guardian angel, watching over him with that stubborn look of his.

“Hey… don’t… don’t get all mushy on me, Wolvie,” Wade whispered, but the usual sarcasm was gone. His voice cracked, betraying him. “I’m fine… always fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Logan snapped, but then his tone softened again. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

That hit Wade harder than any bullet or blade ever had. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard against the sudden wave of emotion that rose in his chest. The pain was still there, sharp and all-consuming, but so was something else—something warmer, something that cut through the icy numbness that had settled over him.

“Why do you care?” Wade asked, his voice barely a whisper now. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Logan’s steady gaze. “Why… do you always come back?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. His expression was stoic, but Wade could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hand gripped the edge of the couch like he was holding something back. Finally, Logan spoke, his voice low and raw.

“Because you’re not alone in this,” he said, his eyes never leaving Wade’s. “No matter how much you act like you wanna be.”

Wade’s breath caught in his throat, and for once, he didn’t have a joke. Didn’t have anything to say to that. Instead, he just let the words settle, let the warmth of Logan’s presence wrap around him like the blanket tucked over his shaking form.

Logan stayed by his side, not moving, not saying another word. He didn’t have to. Wade closed his eyes, feeling the heaviness in his chest start to loosen, just a little.

It still hurt—God, it hurt so much—but with Logan there, it was bearable. He wasn’t fine, not by a long shot. But he wasn’t alone.

And for now, that was enough.

kinktober Day 1- Primal play

Summary:Logan hunts you

The forest felt alive around you as you sprinted through the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.

The cool night air burned your lungs, but you couldn't stop running. Not when Logan was behind you-silent, stalking, letting you get just far enough before he closed the distance.

You knew he was toying with you. Letting you think you could escape. But deep down, you felt it-the inevitable. The low, predatory growl that had started miles back was a constant reminder that he was near, waiting to pounce.

The underbrush scratched at your legs, and the ground shifted beneath your feet. You stumbled slightly, your heart racing even faster as you realized he was closer now. You could almost feel the heat of his presence, the weight of his gaze on you. And then, just as you reached for the next tree to steady yourself

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He was there.

A sudden rush of movement, a blur of heat and power, and Logan's body slammed into yours. The force knocked the breath out of you, pinning you against the rough bark of the tree. His growl deepened as his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat of him overwhelming in the cool night air. You gasped, your hands splayed against the bark as you felt his hands grip your hips, hard and possessive, pulling you back against him.

There was no escape.

You could hear his ragged breathing, feel the intensity in the way his fingers dug into your skin. His growls vibrated through you, low and primal, as he leaned in close, his lips ghosting over your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp and threatening, as if he was claiming you with every breath.

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as his hips ground against yours, the friction between you undeniable. He didn't speak—there were no words, only the raw, animalistic energy that coursed through him. Every movement was deliberate, overwhelming, and full of intent.

Your hands grasped at the tree, trying to steady yourself as the intensity built, Logan's grip on you tightening. His body pressed harder against yours, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, and you could feel the primal hunger radiating from him, the need to claim you completely.

And then, without warning, he moved, his body surging against yours in a way that left no room for doubt. A gasp escaped your lips, your legs shaking as he took what he wanted, the intensity of it all too much to bear. You whimpered, your body arching into his as he set the pace, the rawness of it making your head spin.

The world around you blurred as the sensations overwhelmed your senses. The rough bark of the tree scraped against your skin, but you barely registered the discomfort. All you could feel was Logan-his strength, his heat, the way he claimed you with every movement.

He growled low in your ear, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as the primal energy between you surged to its peak. The force of his body against yours, the way he moved with such raw purpose, left you breathless. Every part of you was consumed by him, and the intensity of it was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

And just when it felt like you might shatter, Logan slowed. The growls softened, the roughness giving way to something gentler. His hands, once so forceful, now stroked soothingly over your skin, grounding you as you both caught your breath.

Logan's chest rose and fell heavily against your back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breath warm and steady. His grip on you eased, his fingers lightly tracing over the places where his hold had been the firmest, silently checking for any signs of discomfort.

"You okay?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, the primal growl gone, replaced by a gentleness that only appeared in these quiet, intimate moments.

You nodded, still catching your breath, and he slowly pulled you back from the tree, turning you to face him.

The intensity in his gaze was still there, but softer now, concern flickering in his eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender given the rawness of moments before.

"C'mere," Logan murmured, pulling you into his arms.

He held you close, his large hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back, grounding you as the adrenaline slowly faded. His forehead rested against yours, his breathing still deep and steady, as if anchoring himself in the moment with you.

The wildness had passed, but the tenderness remained.

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Kinktober Day 2- Pegging

Summary:You peg Wade

Wade's praise kink had always been a dirty little secret, buried beneath layers of his typical bravado.

But tonight, the atmosphere buzzed with a different energy as you positioned yourself behind him, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. You held up the red dildo, its smooth, glossy surface glinting in the dim light, promising everything he craved.

"Look at you, so eager," you teased, your voice sultry and low. His breath caught in his throat, and he looked back at you with wide, hungry eyes.

"Yeah? You really think so?" he shot back, attempting to maintain his usual swagger, but the tremor in his voice gave away his true feelings.

"Absolutely," you replied, smirking as you pressed the tip of the dildo against him. "You're such a good boy for me." With a slow, deliberate motion, you pushed it inside, the size stretching him just right. He gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him as you filled him completely.

"Fuck! Yes!" he cried, arching his back instinctively, eager for more. You could feel his body respond, heat radiating off him as you began to thrust deeper. But soon, the intensity began to overwhelm him, and he squirmed slightly, trying to pull away from the sensations washing over him.

"Wait-no! It's too much!" he whimpered, his voice a mix of desperation and need, as he fought against the pleasure threatening to consume him.

"Don't run from it, Wade," you said, your tone firm but encouraging. You held him in place, feeling the tension in his body as you pressed on. "You can take it. Just breathe and let it happen.”

He shook his head, panting heavily as you adjusted your angle, pushing deeper inside him. "I can't! It's-oh my God!" The intensity was driving him to the brink, and his eyes fluttered as he felt the sensations build higher and higher.

"Good boy," you praised, relishing the way he squirmed under you. "You're doing so well. Just let go and enjoy it." Each thrust drew more gasps from him, and you could feel the tightness in his body as he struggled to hold on.

"Please, I-" His words broke off into a series of desperate moans, his body trembling beneath you as you maintained that relentless rhythm. He was a mix of pleasure and desperation, torn between the overwhelming sensations and his instinct to escape.

"Look at me," you commanded, your voice thick with lust as you caught his gaze. "You're perfect like this.

Just give in. I want to see you lose control."

He was shaking now, the pleasure radiating through him, building higher with every thrust. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

"Let go, Wade. Show me how much you want this," you urged, and with one final deep thrust, you felt him shatter.

"Good boy! Just like that," you encouraged, your voice dripping with approval as you watched him break apart, completely at your mercy. The sounds of his moans filled the air, and you relished the sight of him coming undone, the sheer intensity of it all both thrilling and satisfying.

"God, you're incredible," you murmured, wrapping your arms around him as he slowly came down from the high. You held him close, feeling the heat radiating off his body, the rush of pleasure still coursing through him.

Wade sighed, blissfully exhausted, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. A satisfied smile broke through the haze of pleasure on his face, and you could see the delight mingled with disbelief. "I didn't think I could feel that much," he admitted, his voice breathy and slightly shaky.

"Just wait until next time," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. "We'll explore even more."

Wade chuckled, still basking in the afterglow. "I'll need a moment to recover from this one," he said, his grin infectious.

In that moment, both of you knew this would be a night marked by unrestrained pleasure, intimacy, and the thrill of letting go completely. You had unlocked a side of him that he rarely let anyone see, and it felt electrifying to know he was yours, utterly and completely.

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Kinktober Day 3- Cockwarming

Summary:You sit on Logan’s cock

The door slams behind you as you toss your keys onto the counter. It had been a long, brutal day, the kind that clung to your skin, making you feel heavy. The weight of it all lingered in your chest, and you knew there was only one person who could help you shake it off.

Logan is already in bed when you walk into the room, sitting up as soon as he sees the tension in your face. His brows furrow, his muscles taut, immediately reading your mood without a word needing to be said. His arms open to you to be a silent invation.

"Rough day, huh?" His voice is gruff but warm as you strip out of your clothes and crawl into bed with him. You don't need to answer; he knows. He always knows.

You straddle his lap, and without much ceremony, he helps guide you down onto his cock, sinking into you slowly.

The stretch is familiar, grounding, and it's exactly what you need. No words, no rushing, just the heat and weight of him filling you, giving you a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

Logan's hands rest on your hips, fingers gripping firmly, and you lean into him, burying your face against his neck. His scent surrounds you-something earthy and raw that always makes you feel safe. You can hear the low rumble of his breathing as he holds himself still inside you, giving you time to settle.

But tonight, the usual calm of cock warming isn't enough. The frustration of the day is still there, thrumming under your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you shift slightly, grinding your hips against him. Logan's breath hitches, and you feel the sharp intake of his chest beneath your cheek.

"Careful," he growls, his voice a deep warning in your ear.

But you need more. You need to feel his strength, his power. You do it again, a little rougher this time, and Logan's grip on your hips tightens, the pressure of his fingers sinking into your skin, hard enough to make you gasp.

"I said, careful," he warns again, his voice rougher now, the edge in his tone enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You smile against his neck, pushing him just a little further, knowing he's holding back for your sake. Another grind of your hips, and this time, Logan's restraint breaks. He growls low in his throat, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

"You wanna push me tonight, huh?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending a thrill through you. His hands grip your ass now, squeezing tight as he holds you still, his cock throbbing inside you.

"You think I don't know what you need?"

He's rougher than usual, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place, but still not giving you the full force of what he's capable of. You whimper against him, the tension in your body begging for release, but Logan's in control now, and you love every second of it.

"You're gonna sit there, nice and still, until I say otherwise," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"No more of this teasing. You had a bad day, sweetheart? Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you."

You try to shift again, but Logan's grip is firm, unyielding, and his cock twitches inside you, making you ache with need. The roughness of his hands, the low rasp of his voice, it's exactly what you wanted-what you craved.

You surrender to him, letting his strength hold you in place as the tension between you builds, his low growls and the pressure of his grip sending waves of heat through your body. Slowly, the frustration of the day begins to ebb away, replaced by the intoxicating closeness of him.

And when Logan finally allows himself to move, it's slow, deliberate, every thrust sending shockwaves through you, his control barely restrained as he gives you exactly what you needed.

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Kinktober Day4-Somnophila

Summary:Logan fucks you in you’re sleep

Logan woke with a sharp, insistent need throbbing through his body. His mind was still half in a dream, but his senses were fully alert, drawn to the warmth beside him. His partner was fast asleep, curled up comfortably, their breathing slow and steady in the stillness of the night.

His eyes traced over them, lingering on the way the sheets clung to their body.

The agreement they'd made echoed in his mind-they had a deal that if one of them woke up like this, hungry and aching, they could touch each other, even in sleep.

Logan's hand found its way under the blanket, gliding over their skin, warm and soft beneath his rough fingers. He moved slowly at first, savoring the way their body responded in small, sleepy twitches. He pressed his lips against their neck, inhaling the scent of them, that mix of comfort and temptation.

His fingers slipped lower, teasing, his movements gentle at first, testing their sensitivity. They let out a quiet sigh, unconsciously shifting closer to him. He felt their body relax further, even as his touch grew bolder, his desire building like a fire he couldn't put out.

As he explored them, Logan's need deepened. His grip tightened slightly, his restraint starting to slip. He could feel his pulse in his ears, his chest tightening with the mounting tension in his body. The way their body reacted to him-even in sleep-pushed him further. His breathing quickened as he positioned himself closer, grinding softly against them.

A low growl escaped him as his hand moved faster, more insistent now. They shifted beneath his touch, a soft moan escaping their lips, still half-asleep, but responsive. Logan knew they wouldn't wake yet, so he let go of the last bit of his control.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

His breathing grew ragged as he chased his release, every movement more intense than the last. He buried his face in the crook of their neck, his lips brushing over their skin, stifling the primal groans that were threatening to escape.

His hips began to move in time with his hand, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. His partner's body rocked slightly with each motion, still asleep but pressed perfectly against him. The soft sounds they made only fueled him more. He was past the point of no return, his body demanding more, harder, faster.

Finally, the heat building in his core reached its peak. With a final hard thrust, he came with a deep, guttural growl, his entire body tensing as he spilled inside them. The force of it made his partner stir, their body jerking awake just as the intensity of his climax washed over him.

They blinked in confusion, their eyes still heavy with sleep as they turned to look at him. "Logan...?" they mumbled, their voice soft and drowsy.

He pressed a kiss to their shoulder, panting slightly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. "I couldn't help myself," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.

They let out a sleepy laugh, their hand reaching back to touch his arm. "Guess you really couldn't wait, huh?"

Logan chuckled lowly, pulling them closer to his chest. "Didn't seem like you minded, darlin!"

They hummed in response, snuggling back against him, still half-asleep, content to drift back into slumber as Logan wrapped his arms around them, satisfied and completely at ease.

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