#Submissive!Logan
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What about Logan meeting a reader with more dominance than him? Like what would he do, what would he want to do to them?
*giggles and wrings hands together* You've found my achilles heel mr.69
i dont know if this is what you wanted but im using this as my excuse to write FREAKY SUBMISSIVE LOGAN PORN!!!
warnings: Edging, Logan being mean and then begging on his knees a second later, i do say reader is "5 foot whatever" but if that doesnt apply just ignore it lmao, I do describe him as almost crying every now and then so if that turns u off this might be a skip
This is short (1.5k) but I love submissive men so do NOT be afraid to lmk if you want more :)
Personally, I was raised by a woman way too strong headed to ever be the stereotype of submission, and I'm sure a lot of you share the same sentiment in some way or another. I was always told to never let a man tell me what to do, and I can picture a reader being the exact same way.
Not mean, not bullheaded or rude, but strong. Tough. Logan had expected to blow through you like he had the rest of his team (or at least how he thought he did, though he was a lot tougher in his head than in action). But when he stood up to you, all 5 foot whatever of you, it felt like you were standing eye to eye.
You did exactly as you were taught, chin up and shoulders back as you spoke with confidence, and it easily had you slipping into positions of power in the mansion with ease. He admired you from afar for a while, watched as you seamlessly commanded a room, effortlessly organizing missions and handling insubordinate children like it was nothing.
Logan couldn't describe where the attraction came from. Originally, he thought it was his manly man urges to take a dominant woman and make her pine for him, but you and I both know that's not why you got him going.
If you were to ask him right now in his current scenario, he wouldn't be able to tell you which was his favorite part. Not sure if it's you under him in between his knees, looking up and fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him like has something to behold; or if it's your firm grip around his cock, effortlessly bringing him so close to the edge before you manhandle him back down to earth.
It had only been once so far, but you had gotten him bad. Your hands all sloppy and wet working up and down his length with vigor, your filthy loudmouth a never-ending record of come on baby, let me see it, let go for me.
All that build up, just for you to -right as he whimpers out a breathless "going to fucking cum"- halt all action and grip your flingers tightly around his base.
It ripped a deep growl from his chest, the feeling almost painful as his finish line is so rudely ripped from him.
He should've known, he knows you too well too have assumed he could get you all pretty on your knees without some anterior motive.
"You want something?" You ask him innocently, that stupid pretty smile still spread across your face. He grinds his teeth as the pressure in his stomach slowly simmers down, not enough air in his lungs to formulate a response.
You slowly start stroking him again, an agonizing pace that has his cock flushed a deep red and practically throbbing in your hand. The sound is pornographic and it's all too much for him.
He's whining now, head thrown back and noises getting increasingly high pitched as you keep his release just barely out of his reach. If he could focus enough to use his ears, he’d hear you laughing at him.
He so rudely tries to interrupt you, tries to bring his own hands down to just get himself there, but you wouldn't allow it. You'd make him sit on his hands if you had to, and when you grabbed each wrist and planted them next to his thighs and told him to "stay," he knew better than to disobey.
"Gotta ask for the things you want, Wolvie." You remind him. It's just basic manners, really, frankly he should be thanking you for still touching him after being so rude.
"Don't gotta ask for shit," He spits out through clenched teeth.
See, that was Logans problem. He had too much fucking pride, needed someone to teach him a lesson. Guess today he needs it to be you.
"Mm you're right, Logan," you've got a smile on your face as you speak that Logan can't read. Either way, he's scared.
None of it matters though as your hand picks up speed and pressure, resuming your prior ministrations as your fingers suddenly massage every spot with precision. His breath is gone as his head hangs limp on his shoulders, his fingers gripping the comforter like it would save him from your attack.
"You don't gotta do shit," You're talking but he's not listening. It's all too good, he's being hurdled towards his orgasm faster than ever, he couldn't hear your jests even if he wanted to over the pressure in his ears. He’s gonna cum, he's so fucking close, and your hands feel so fucking good so perfect and it's all so much and-
"But neither do I," and just like that you're off him. Not like before, this time you stand up and physically take a step back from him, watching his form head to toe as he's forced to cope with his second lost orgasm.
The groan he lets out is primal, you expect to see him start ripping the pillows and sheets with how his writhing on your bed. He’s on his back twitching, practically crying from the ache pulsing through the center of his body. It hurts, he's so desperate it physically hurts, his hips rutting into the air in search of anything.
He has no sense anymore, no control over any of his limbs as he falls to the floor and crawls to you, the only thing he can make out in his fogged-up mind is need.
"Please baby," He begs mindlessly, "You're so fucking mean to me," He's kissing your thighs and pulling at your hands, buttering you up and wallowing in any contact you'll give him.
Neither of you know how it happened, know at what point in the night he broke and became a whimpering messy puppy, but God did it feel good to watch, to see him yearn for you so desperately.
His eyes are teary eyed and hazy as he speaks, "I'll do anything princess I'm sorry," He kisses you palm and knuckles and up your wrists, "Please baby I'm sorry I'm sorry just fucking-" His hips involuntarily grind down, his thighs twitching and his hard cock bobbing between his legs. "Please touch me baby I can't fucking take it,"
He’s a mess, his cock is leaking all over his thighs and the floor, and his lips won't leave your body, lathing kisses anywhere he can, worshipping your body as you stand still and look down at him.
"Why can't you just behave the first time?" You ask, wrapping your fingers in his hair and gently tugging his hair back, making him look at you as he speaks.
"Was just playin baby," He kisses the wrist of the hand in his hair, "shouldn't have teased you baby I'm sorry, please baby please," his arms are wrapped around your thighs as he nuzzles into you. It's pathetic, and if anyone else ever saw him like this he's sure he could just explode on the spot.
"Get back on the bed." You order, taking pleasure in the way he scrambles back to his spot, his legs spread for you and his hands pressed back into their spot next to his hips. He’s disheveled, his hair falling over his face and sticking to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering him head to toe. Youd keep him like this forever if you could.
You decide to take mercy on him though, the sight of him on his knees begging like a dog more than enough to satisfy your cravings. Now, all you wanted was to do was so how pretty he looked once he actually finished for you.
You find your spot between his legs again, looking up at him all pretty just like before. God you were going to ruin him.
"Go on. Tell me what you want," you give him one last instruction before giving in. His breath is shaky, his words coming out in a whole different tone than before. He sounds small, on the brink of tears as he whimpers out one last desperate, "please," before you spit in your hand and wrap it back around his cock.
Instantly he's gone. He doesn't even have the energy to moan or cry, he's just paralyzed. His eyes roll back and his hand clamps over his mouth, no air left in his lungs as the most mind-numbing wave of pleasure works up from his core. He wasn't even cumming yet and it already was making him shake.
He should've just trusted you, should've known that you'd make him feel so fucking good if he just listened. Never again, he'll never say no to you ever again.
By the time his orgasm actually hit him, he's laid out flat on his back on the mattress, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes squeezed shut. Both his hands are wrapped in the sheets, stuck in place by his claws that slowly inch out with every rope of cum that comes from him. There's no sound until it's all out of him, your hands not stopping till he's whining and pushing you away from him.
You watch as he recovers, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately tries to get air back into his lungs, aftershocks still tumbling through him. His eyes flutter back open, not enough energy to focus on anything else though as his claws start sheathing back into his knuckles.
He sits up as you return from the bathroom with a washcloth, gently cleaning off his stomach and anything that was coated in a thin layer of his finish. He’s sensitive, hissing and gasping as you gently clean his slowly softening length and thighs.
Once all evidence is taken care of, you look up at him with soft eyes. He looks so amazing like this, his eyes can't focus on anything while his lips slowly pull into a big dopey grin. You let him take you in for a moment, just staying like this with him till he has the strength to speak.
"Jesus Christ," Is all he says before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before falling back onto the bed.
"Are you going to make it?" You tease, cuddling up under his arm where he lay and resting your head on his bicep.
"I don't think so," He giggles, enough oxygen in his system now, enough strength in him to wrap himself around you and kiss your head. "You were a lot closer to killing me then you think,"
You giggle and smack his chest, "keep being mean like that and next time I actually will,"
#logan howlet x reader#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#writing#logan howlet smut#logan wolverine#wolverine smut#hugh jackman#hugh jackman x reader#logan x reader#Submissive!Logan#ask
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LWS2 really pops off every single time u replay it, the plot that keeps on giving frfr
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hii, i was wondering if u could do a fic of logan nd wade with a sunshine reader ^_^ like an overly happy and energetic person ig. IF THAT MAKES SENSE LOL. i don’t see too many fanfics with sunshine readers… or at least when i look. not sure if u have gotten many requests yet but hopefully this isn’t a bother to u!! u can add smut or smth if u want. u seem super cool and hopefully u have a fun time writing this if u do :3 have a great day or night!!
a/n: yayy! my first request! thank you sm for requesting and you are not a bother at all. I really hope this is somewhat of what you wanted. this is straight fluff and cuteness, so I hope you enjoy!
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You have always been a morning person. You loved watching the sky turn different shades of yellow and orange as the sun rose, and you loved having a cup of coffee while watching it. However, your boyfriends couldn’t disagree more with you.
Here you are, laid out on the back porch, wearing one of Logan’s plaid flannels, baking in the rising sunlight as it goes over the horizon. A warm cup of coffee is settled in between your fingers, and you grip it tightly, loving the warmth it gave you on this crisp morning.
While you laid out here, Wade and Logan lay inside sound asleep in your shared king size bed. They always love to tease you about your chirpiness and happiness, especially in the morning. They couldn’t get around the fact that they both were somehow able to fall in love with a person so opposite of them, especially Logan.
It was around 10 am when you started to hear the two men stir. You were in the kitchen, humming, flipping pancakes on the stove. Logan emerged first from the bedroom, wearing a pair of sweats that hung low on his waist, a flannel hung along his shoulders, underneath was bare, and you tired not to gawk at his figure. He smirks when you see’s you. “Smells good.” He compliments, walking around to your side and placing a long kiss on your temple. You smile, practically leaning into his tender embrace.
“Good morning” You beam back at him. You loved mornings like this, calm, peaceful, anything to get away from the stress of Wade and Logan's crime fighting careers. You offer him coffee, which he leaves black, and sits down at the kitchen table. You continue to hum in content, even dancing to nothing in the kitchen, enjoying the sizzling of the pancake batter on the stove. There was just pure joy and happiness radiating off of you. Logan smiles at the sight.
“Good morning bubbles!” The sound of your other boyfriend radiates the room. Logan groans in discomfort at the loud sound, plugging his ears closed. You giggle at Wade’s nickname. Awhile ago when you three had gotten together, Wade had referred to the three of you were like the powerpuff girls. You, bubbles, because you were always bubbly. Buttercup, Logan, which is pretty self explanatory. And Wade, Blossom, because he claims that he was the captain of your little team.
“Good morning Wade.” You give him peck on the lips, and hand him his coffee, with a shit ton of creamer and four sugars, he loves things sweet. He takes a sip and nods approvingly. “Ah, sweet! Just like my girl.” He gives your behind a cheeky slap and you giggle, swatting him away playfully.
You all sit at the table, munching down on pancakes. Wade drowns his in syrup and Logan cringes at the sight. “You’re gonna get diabetes if you keep doing that.” Logan scowls.
“I already got cancer, I’ll take my chances.” Wade says back, shoving pancakes in his mouth. You grin, rolling your eyes at the pair. Logan eyes your cup of coffee. “Which number cup is that?” He teases.
“My forth.” You grin, taking a sip. Logan chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, “No wonder you’re always so energetic.”
"Nah, it's just the way our girl is." Wade says, sending a wink your way. You grin and try to hide your blush. "I have no reason to be anything else. I've got a good life, a roof over my head, and two incredibly amazing sexy men who are in love with me." You giggle with a wink, watching as both the men smile, making your heart warm.
"About that, thank you." Logan states. You crinkle your brows in confusion, not knowing what he is thanking you for. He see's your confusion, stumbling over his words, becoming flustered. "Well, uh, ya'know-"
"What peanut is trying to say is, that we are grateful for you. You're the light in our lives that we both needed." Wade states, grabbing your hand from across the table. You can't even contain the blush on your cheeks now. If anything, you should be thanking them.
"I'm the grateful one." You say. The boys smile, showering you in love and kisses. The rest of the day is spent with the three of you relaxing in your free time, cuddled up by the two men you love most, all three of your laughters echoing around the small cozy apartment.
#wade wilson#logan howlett#deadpool x reader#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool smut#wolverpool#wolverine x reader#fluff#image#marvel#mcu#deadpool x wolverine#requests open#anon ask#thanks for the submission!#wolverine smut#x men#oneshot#drabble#sunshine!reader#cozywolvie#fanfic#x men movies#wade wilson x reader#logan howlet smut#logan howlett x reader
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Annapantsu's cover of "Crossing the line' from that one tangled spinoff series.
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This has to stop now Whatever it is that you're going through We'll fix it together, me and you Just like we've always done
No! This has to stop now This thing where you think that you've been my friend And don't even hear how you condescend The way you've always done
Cassandra, listen (I'm listening) I know it isn't true (Isn't it?) Just look into my eyes now (Well?) I know you feel it too (Perhaps I do) Cassandra, listen (I'm listening) I swear it's not too late So before another line gets crossed And everything we've had is lost Just... wait
Wait? No, I won't wait
There's a line between the winners and the losers There's a line between the chosen and the rest And I've done the best I could But I've always known just where we stood Me here with the luckless You there with the blessed
And that line between the beggars and the choosers Is a line you've never let me quite ignore How I've tried to jump that great divide But I've never got the chances you were given
You don't know how much I've been denied Well, I'm not being patient anymore
I'm crossing the line! And I'm done holding back So look out, clear the track It's my turn!
I'm taking what's mine! Every drop, every smidge If I'm burning a bridge Let it burn But I'm crossing the line!
And for us, if we're over That's fine I'm crossing the line
#none submission#sanders sides#thomas sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#janus sanders#music#poll#polls#this is giving Pride!Roman vibes to me
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Wolverine/Logan Howlett from Deadpool & Wolverine is autistic.

Requested by: anonymous
#i do want to note it was specifically this wolverine in the submission#not him in general#logan howlett#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#your fav is autistic
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my piece for @simple-seranade’s ship of theseus au, as part of the @tss-storytime big bang!
read the fic here!
#tss storytime 2023#tss story time 2023 submission#tss au#sanders sides#tss fanart#virgil sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#patton sanders#digital art#art#drawing#fanart#fandom events
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The Commander And A Beginning
#guild wars 2#guild wars 2 fan art#guild wars 2 fan submission#braham eirsson#kasmeer meade#taimi#marjory delaqua#rytlock brimstone#rox#canach#logan thackeray#gorrik#snargle gutslurper#commander yes
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Realized I was still working through the story on Mharnii so have some glamour shots of Long Destiny's Edge.
Bonus:
#guild wars 2#gw2#gw2 fan submission#destiny's edge#caithe#rytlock brimstone#logan thackeray#zojja#eir stegalkin#GOD I don't regret this a bit
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I explained a little about my throwing-rock only run of MTaS to my sister. She brought up a very good point that still makes me laugh.
Sis: So... You still plan to marry Logan in this run?
Me: Probably, yeah. Why? I like his events, and Andy's adorable. marry the man for the kid- go figure. It's me.
Sis: ... Don't you... Don't you have to fight him? For a mission or something?
Me: Yeah, rescuing Matilda from Logan. Why?
Sis: You're going to be doing that with rocks, yeah?
Me: ... Yea- oh.
Sis: And it's a reverse proposal, too. You bully a man into submission via the power of a throwing stone, and he eventually decides "Yeah, this is the gal for me". What the fuck.
Me: I mean... I think it's pretty canon that Haru's the brain of the two? Logan's not stupid by any stretch of the word, but... rash sometimes overtakes common sense.
Sis: He apparently appreciates the kind of guff it takes for some wet-behind-the-ears city slicker to face down some desert outlaw with a gun using nothing but the power of rocks. No other option, you pelted a hole right into his heart.
Me: A weapon so absurd for an adult to use that Logan can't help but think about it for weeks after. It's stuck in his head like a broken record. What kind of messed up freak does it take to get someone who will face down a bandit armed to the teeth and decide 'yeah, good old rocks from the ground will suffice against daggers and bullets'.
#text#mtas#i'm going to record that fight- for the sake of hilarity.#also- just realized i get to pelt pen into submission too#same with matilda- which is not a fight i'm looking forwards to at all#mtas logan
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Butch 4 butch by Rio Romeo? (Don’t come at me) I think it gives a lot of Remus, but who would he be singing about? Yes this is a ship ask.
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My sweetheart's piano is rat filled
And mine is infested with bugs
The music we make is unnatural
But it sounds just like falling in love
This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am weak
Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage
And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash
And when we go back to my apartment
She'll probably kick my fucking ass
This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am weak
I sing her songs in my garage
And make her fall in love with me
And once we're done
The sun is gone
We both just sit so nervously
I talk real slow
And speak real low
Hoping she'll lean into me
But we just laugh cause
What was that
We can't take ourselves seriously
This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am sweet
#remus submission#sanders sides#thomas sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#music#poll#polls#ive SEEN the way yall design janus. yall do Not think he’s butch#this is BUTCH for BUTCH
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Propaganda under the cut
#poll#marvel#marvel comics#logan howlett#wolverine#victor creed#sabretooth#jason starr#roland boschi#2010s#the submission said 1-5 but i assumed that was a typo and you meant 1-15 but i'm sorry if i was wrong
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The Commander At The Precipice
#guild wars 2#guild wars 2 fan art#guild wars 2 fan submission#snargle gutslurper#commander yes#kasmeer meade#taimi#aurene#caithe#logan thackeray#rytlock brimstone#crecia stoneglow#braham eirsson#navan#detective rama#gorrik#argus foolkiller#howl the brazen#euryale#maverick#reeva#clawspur#dinky#rox#canach#tonn#sieran#zojja#eir stegalkin#blish
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sorry for spamming this too but this is my last one. What about “Twin sized Mattress” by The front bottoms. I think that’s quite Virgil coded :3
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This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames Of my friends' bodies When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear It's gonna look like mud But I will help you swim, I will help you swim I'm gonna help you swim
This is for the snakes and the people they bite For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights For the warning signs I've completely ignored There's an amount to take, reasons to take more
It's no big surprise you turned out this way When they close their eyes and prayed you would change And they cut your hair, and sent you away You stopped by my house the night you escaped With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"
I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage Maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies
This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in Naked and dumb on a drunken night But it should've felt good, but I can hear the Jaws theme song On repeat in the back of my mind
Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face There are lessons to be learned Consequences for all the stupid things I say And it is no big surprise you turned out this way The spark in your eyes, the look on your face I will not...
I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage (be late) Maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies
I wanna contribute to the chaos I don't wanna watch and then complain 'Cause I am through finding blame That is the decision that I have made
She hopes I'm cursed forever To sleep on a twin-sized mattress In somebody's attic or basement my whole life Never graduating up in size to add another And my nightmares will have nightmares every night Oh, every night, every night
#please spam forever i love it#its like giving me little treats#virgil submission#sanders sides#patton sanders#thomas sanders#remus sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#music#poll#polls
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