#logan howlett/reader

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“Their eyes locked from across the room”

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Feels Like Home

[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You decide to take it upon yourself to become best friends with Wade’s new grumpy addition to the family (much to Logan’s dismay).

WC: 2453

Category: Fluff, Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Logan trope {TW: Bar Fight, Handsy Drunk Dude, Mentions of Blood + Bruising}.

[Dedicated to: @iluvloganhowlett] I finished it for you!! (I’m shocked at the speed too don’t worry 💀). Hopefully this fluffiness will help add onto the low supply out there.

And incase anyone hasn’t seen it yet: DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

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You’ve always had a keen eye when it came to others. It’s mostly why you and Wade get along so well; you’re the one person who can see straight through him. And while it means you are very close, it also meant that you can easily tell when something is going on with someone you don't know that well, like the tall, brooding man named Logan, who had just joined the club of misfits.

You could tell by the way he carried himself that he had been through hell and back. He was quiet, grumpy, and had a tendency to snap at Wade, which, most of the time, was a well-deserved snapping.

You could also tell that there was more to him. He wasn't just a grumpy guy; there was something about him that made you want to be his friend. Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes, or maybe it was how lonely he looked.

Either way, you knew he was in need of a good friend, and you wanted to be that friend. Not a pestering one like Wade, but the kind of friend that just makes you feel a bit better.

So, when you spotted him, downing glass after glass of whiskey for the third day in a row, you just knew you had to help.

And he hated it. Oh, man, he absolutely hated it. You were such a happy ray of sunshine, always smiling, always laughing. He found it so fucking annoying. He couldn't deal with you and your constant positivity. It was like you were the PG-13 version of the breathing ballsack next to you.

But you wouldn't give up. Every time you saw him, you would try to cheer him up by making silly jokes, giving him small gifts, or even just sending him encouraging smiles.

He didn't want any of it, but it seemed you were too stubborn to listen. Every small note you’d given him was left crinkled in the trash; every gift was placed away without ever being touched. Your smile never got a response.

That is, until one day, as you walked by him, he mumbled something that almost made you trip over.

"Thanks."

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him, a look of disbelief on your face. You had tried so hard to cheer him up for the past few weeks, and this was the only thing you got from him? You couldn't believe it.

You had spent so much time and effort trying to make him feel better, and this was all he could say to you?

You wanted to hug him. To scream to the skies and celebrate that he finally accepted your kindness.

You held the restraint to do so, though. You didn’t want to cause him to close off again, and so instead, you sent him a soft smile, and a small nod, before you resumed walking (running) to your friends.

The next day, however, you were met with the biggest surprise of your life.

Logan was sitting at the bar, drinking. He didn't look too different, still dressed in his trademark blue jeans and flannel shirt, but his face was still holding that sadness you had grown used to seeing on him.

You walked over to him and sat down beside him, that classic smile of yours plastered on your face.

"Hi!"

He groaned. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"

"Nope!" You replied cheerfully, popping the 'p.'

He grumbled under his breath and downed the last of his drink, signaling to the bartender for another.

"Come on, Wolvie," you said, nudging his shoulder. "Lighten up. Life's not that bad, is it?"

He turned to glare at you, his dark brown eyes piercing into yours. "It's Logan," he said, his voice a low growl.

You shrugged and leaned closer to him, propping your elbow on the counter. This was the usual part—the part where he would give vocal responses while you carried on your one-sided conversation with him.

The difference this time, the surprise of it all, was when a person approached the both of you. Mind you, a very drunk person.

"Heyyyyy, baby girl," he slurred, his hand landing on your shoulder.

You turned to him, and he was looking you up and down with that gaze you knew had only one intention. You still smiled, though, and politely moved his hand off your shoulder.

"Uh, hi?" You answered unsurely.

He slammed his elbow on the counter, his palm on his fist. "You are gorgeous," he commented, and you had to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in your throat.

"Thank you," you chuckled.

Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you paid him no mind. Usual behavior from him, nothing new.

"No, really," the stranger continued, moving his arm around your shoulders, "I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Well, I'm glad you think so," you answered, still chuckling. "But, I think you're a little drunk."

"Drunk on love," he responded, "Say, wanna get out of here? I'll show you a real good time."

Here comes the awkward part, you thought.

You shook your head, and removed his arm from around your shoulders. "Thank you for… uh, the kind offer," you answered, "But, no, thank you."

You expected him to shrug it off and leave or to just be a dick, as many drunken guys are. But no, this guy did not know how to take a hint.

Instead, he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer to him, his free hand moving down your waist. "Come on, baby," he said, his words slurring. "You know you want to."

You sighed. You were really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this.

You were about to speak, to politely, yet firmly, tell him to leave you alone, but before you could open your mouth, a gruff voice beat you to it.

"She said no,"

He didn’t even look at the man or you. His eyes were still fixated on the counter as if he was talking to his glass, but he had turned his head a bit to the side so that you could hear him clearly.

The drunk stranger was startled by the sudden intervention. He let go of you and looked over at Logan, confusion clear in his face.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

"Does it matter?" Logan grumbled.

"Yeah, it does," the stranger retorted, his slurring voice suddenly getting serious. "If I'm gonna be having fun, I don't want an audience."

Oh, how you hated confrontations.

Logan just scoffed with a slight hint of a smile, shaking his head as he still refused to turn around.

"Trust me, pal," he replied, "I ain't interested in watching you do anything."

"Good." He went back to his obnoxious grin, now directing his attention back to you. Oh, man, he was an eyesore.

"So, how about it, beautiful? Wanna head somewhere else?" He slurred.

You were about to reply, again, with a polite rejection, but your shoulder was being grabbed at again, and if it wasn’t for the small training session that Colossus had put you through, you were sure you would have lost your footing.

"Can you let go of me, please?" You asked politely, but the man was a brick wall.

"Nah, sweetheart," he shook his head, and the movement was so intense, you could almost hear the alcohol sloshing around in his head, "You're comin' with me. Trust me, you’ll be perfectly taken care of."

That was when the sound of glass slamming against the counter reached your ears, and you didn't have to see the source of the sound to know it was Mr. Grumps.

What you struggled for what seemed like an eternity, he took that needy arm away from your shoulders within a fraction of a second. It was almost shocking how quick he was, but then again, you knew what he was capable of.

With you safe against the counter, Logan turned to face the stranger, his face still showing that same neutral expression as before, though his eyes held an intensity that made the man flinch.

Normal people would believe he had the patience of a saint. But you weren’t a normal person. You knew this was dangerously close to making him lose it.

"Uh, Logan… maybe we should—"

But your words fell on deaf ears. The only thing that Logan could hear was the weak excuses the guy was trying to give as he tried to pull his hand from the tight grasp Logan had it in.

"Hey, man," he stuttered, his words slurring as the panic set in, "What’s your problem? Let go of me!

But Logan had no intentions of doing so. He held the stranger's arm firmly, his grip growing tighter until he could hear a small crack coming from the guy's bones.

"What's your damage, huh?" the guy continued, trying his best to keep his voice from breaking. "It's just a little fun, right, baby?"

You cringed as his eyes fell back onto you, and the pleading tone of his voice was beginning to make your skin crawl.

"Look, uh," you started, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I don't think—"

"Listen," the man continued, and your eyes fell shut. God, he was just not going to stop. "Maybe you can join us? Huh, big boy? That’s what it is, right? You want her all for yourself?"

Uh, oh.

"Logan, don’t—"

It was too late. He had already snapped, and with a grunt, he pulled the man closer to him, his other hand forming a fist around his shirt.

"Wanna say that again?" He growled. "Do it. I dare you."

The man was trembling in his grasp, but he was clearly too drunk to understand the danger he was in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you her boyfriend?" He taunted, and the fact that he had the guts to do so while his hand was in a painful hold was astonishing, even for you. "Or are you just some guy with a crush? Cause, honestly, it's pretty pathetic. You can't even ask her out."

His words had Logan seeing red, and before you could do anything, the guy was pushed away and was about to be on the receiving end of one of the strongest punches you've ever seen.

So, riskily, to protect yourself and him from being thrown out of his favorite place, you jumped off the stool and slid in between them as he launched his punch, just stopping inches away from your face.

"Please," you said, your palms up and in front of you, as if that would do anything to stop the rage he was feeling, "Please, calm down."

"Calm down?" He repeated, his voice rising. "Are you kidding me?"

"You need to let it go," you told him. "He's drunk, Logan. He doesn't know what he's saying."

"And, what," he retorted, his anger slowly fading away, "Does it look like I give a single fuck about that?"

You sighed, your eyes meeting his, and that was enough for him to finally give in. His clenched fist dropped, and he released a frustrated sigh.

The dude behind you started laughing, his voice sounding as if he was trying to make fun of a fight scene.

"So," he chuckled, "That's it, huh? You're not gonna do shit? You’re just as pathetic as a—"

He gently moved you aside, and in an instant, the man was lying on the floor with a bloody nose, a black eye, and a few broken ribs.

You could only hold your head in your hands, knowing very well the mess you were about to have to deal with.

And it didn't take long.

As soon as Logan stepped away from the drunk idiot, security was on him, grabbing his arms and restraining him. He couldn’t care less, though, as he held a sadistic grin on his face, pleased with his work while being escorted out.

And, so, there, the two of you were on the steps of the apartment building. You, holding your hands in your lap, and he, staring up at the night sky.

The air was warm, the city lights were dim, and the sky was covered in clouds. There was an odd silence between the two of you, which wasn’t really all that odd, but the events of the night had changed the atmosphere.

"Thanks," you spoke, breaking the quiet. "For, you know, standing up for me."

"He was a douche," he stated, his voice gruff. "Someone had to send that fucktart crying home to mommy."

"You shouldn’t have done that, though," you told him. "Now, you’re probably banned from the bar. I know it's your favorite."

"Eh," he shrugged, "Booze is booze. There are plenty more places to get drunk."

You didn't respond. Instead, you focused your attention on the small bugs flying around the dim light next to the door.

"You shouldn't be thanking me, anyway," he continued, turning to you. That was new. "I should be the one thanking you."

You looked at him, your brows furrowed. This whole conversation was getting weird. "Uh, what for?" You asked, confused.

"For putting up with me," he replied, shrugging.

"Putting up with you?" You repeated, not understanding. "I don't understand."

"Y'know," he continued, his gruff voice a little less gruff. "Sticking around. Being friendly. Having… patience. I can be…I can be a real dick. Honestly, I still don't get why you keep trying."

The smile that found its way to your lips waa the most genuine one he's ever seen. Your eyes were full of kindness and understanding, and your lips, which usually held a grin or a smirk, were turned upwards in a soft, gentle smile.

"Logan," you said, your voice low. "You may be a grump, and you might not be the friendliest guy, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve kindness. Everyone deserves that… or at least a little bit of it."

He scoffed. "That's funny," he replied, turning his head away.

You furrowed your brows and cocked your head, confused. "What is?" You asked.

"I used to think," he began, "That no one would ever look at me in the way you do. Not after what I’ve done… not after what I am."

"You're a good man, Logan," you told him. "You proved who you were when you willingly helped Wade."

"Maybe," he sighed, his gaze meeting yours. "But, there's still a lot you don't know about me. I'm not exactly a knight in shining armor."

"Oh, my dear, Wolvie," you said playfully, leaning closer to him and placing your palm on his shoulder, "You never were."

[mxstly-melancholy]

Logan request!!

Logan finally had enough and fucks you the way he’s always wanted putting you in your place then you have to deal with the mansion over hearing him

Everyone’s just happy you guys don’t argue anymore instead your loud in a different way

Logan X FemReader SMUT!!

Warnings: No y/n, fem reader (she/her) , pet names, sub/dom if you squint, arguments, embarrassment, breeding. squirting.. lmk if there is more.

Logan has been super cranky lately, but to be fair, so have you. And this has caused a lot of tension and arguments between you two. You aren’t sure why it’s been this way, it probably ranges from the constant stress of missions to the lack of sleep. Who knows at this point, but everyone including yourself is getting sick of the arguments.

And they’re not even real arguments either, they’re just loud disagreements about stupid small things.

And it seems like today you were the one to start a disagreement..

You and Logan were in the mansion's kitchen, talking about a mission you both came back from. It was exhausting, and the last thing either of you should be doing is having a beer, but here you are..

“I just really don’t think we did the right thing, that’s all I’m saying.” You put your hands up in defense. Logan’s eyebrows drew together annoyed.

“What do you mean? We did the only thing we could do. There was no other option.” He huffs.

You sigh, “Look, all I’m trying to say is we did have other options, they just didn’t come to mind until we literally had no other option but to act on what we did.”

You watched as Logan downed the rest of his beer, annoyance on his face as he sat at the table across from you.

“What’s your deal?” He asks seriously, crossing his arms.

The sudden change in demeanor made your heart race.

“What?”

“You heard me, what’s your deal?” He repeats.

You anxiously shrug and awkwardly laugh. “I don’t understand what you mean. I'm just sharing my-“

“Why have you been so wound tight? Everything has to be an argument with you lately.” He huffs.

Your eyes widen at the comment, feeling attacked almost.

“I'm sorry? You’re putting the blame all on me? What about the ones you caused? Just gonna forget about that now?” You stand up angrily.

Logan stands up and walks around the table, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen wordlessly.

“Wh- Logan where are we going?” You nervously ask.

He was tense, his jaw clenched as he speed walked to their shared room.

He didn’t reply. Just continued on until they reached their room. He opened the door, almost running inside & locking the door. He picks you up and places his hands under your ass, catching you by surprise.

“Logan-“ you whisper breathlessly. He walks over to the bed and places you down on it, crawling on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you.” He mumbles, not letting you reply before smashing your lips together. His hands roam over your body, teasing and seducing. You give in, wrapping yourself around him. With His free hand, his claws come out and rips your pants down the middle in one motion. You gasp from fear but also excitement.

He throws the ripped pants off of you, then before you know it his hand is at your heat, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He smirks, watching your face contort to pleasure and desperation.

“Logan… fuck.” You moan. He kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving deep purple marks along it. Your hips buck up into his hand, his pace too slow.

“You want more, huh bub? You gonna stop being a little brat if I give it to you good?” He whispers in your ear. You nod rapidly, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

“Please Logan. Please.”

And with that he sits up, quickly removing his own pants. He pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out, head red and leaking pre already.

Your mouth waters as he grabs your ankles, pushing your legs towards your head, putting you in the mating press position.

From past experiences, this position means he’s not going to hold back.

He rubs his cock against your folds, gathering your slick on him.

“Fuck baby. So fuckin’ wet fu’me.” He nearly growls.

You whimper as he starts to push his way in, tingles shooting up your body. He goans, white knuckling while holding you down by the back of your knees.

He starts to thrust slowly, the wet noises your pussy makes as he thrusts into you makes his cock twitch. He can’t help but have his eyes flutter, gaining a faster pace every minute.

“Logan- please. Fuck- more!”

And with that his hips snap into you and he’s going to pound town. He growls, teeth showing as he looks down at you with possession.

“Mine, all mine.” He grunts, leaning down and biting into your shoulder. You moan loudly, and unfortunately Logan isn’t being too quiet either, you already know everyone can hear you two but at this very moment in time, you don’t care.

“Y-yours-“ you moan back. Your body shivers as you squirt on his cock unexpectedly, adding even more slick to the mix.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s right baby.” He smiles, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit while he fucks you.

Your legs shake, eyes closing.

“Uh uh- look at me.” He grabs your face with his free hand. “You better be a good girl after this. After I’ve been so nice and fucked you senseless.” He says with short breaths. You can barely even understand him, the white noise in your ears and the static in your eyes only getting louder as you’re about to cum.

“Y-yes sir- yes- I’m gonna- I need to cum!” You whimper loudly.

With one final slap to your clit you’re cumming hard, clenching around his cock so tightly that his claws retract and push right through the headboard of the bed. He cums hard right after you, a deep guttural growl leaving his throat as he paints your walls white. You hold onto him tightly as he fucks his cum into you, your legs shaking from overstimulation with every thrust.

“Fuuuckk.” He groans.

The morning after, you two leave your room after a shower & getting dressed for the day. You notice Scott smirking as he walks by.

And as you’re walking down the hall, you see people whispering. Logan looks smug as could be, and you were completely oblivious.

“What’s going on Logan?” You whisper to him,

He smiles, “Really?” He wraps his arm around you.

“You have no idea?”

Your face heats up with embarrassment once you realize.

“Oh.. damn it..” you mumble.

Then Ororo walks by you two. “Glad to see you two aren’t arguing anymore!” She smiles.

You stop and hide your face in your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

Logan laughs, “Hey, it’s not so bad. At least they’re happy for us.” He clears his throat. “Oh, don’t let me forget, I have to get us a new headboard..”

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Worship

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Summary: Worshiping Logan's cock through his jeans.

Warnings: Cock worship, premature cumming in pants, belt worship (?????), d/s stuff, daddy kink, ruining make up, little bit of a musk kink?

A/n: just a short little blurb bc I'm horny. but its sweet tbh

Logan stood at the doorway, looking down at the sight before him. He didn't require you to be kneeling when he came home, but god was it a treat when you did.

"Such a good girl..." He mutters, shutting the door behind him before any of the neighbors saw such a pretty sight. It's even better when you hand him a cold beer from beside you. "God damn, how did I get so lucky?" It's not a twist off, so Logan cracks it open on his teeth, spitting to bottle cap to the side as he took you in.

Technically, the correct form was for you to be head down until he told you too look at him, but right now? You were just so fucking cute. The way you grinned up at him with the big eyes and bright smile made his heart swell... but the cute teddy and panties you wore had the same effect on his cock. Logan really didn't understand how he got so luck, and as he sipped on the cold beer after a long day of logging, all his stressed washed away when he saw his pretty little girl's mouth watching staring at his pants.

"You wanna taste, princess?" When you nod eagerly, Logan beckons you forward with with fingers, smirking at the excited way you crawl to him.

"Can I touch you, daddy?"

"Go ahead, bub."

Giggling and giddy, you reach out for his cock beginning to tent in his jeans, but he stops you. His hand holds up as a stop sign and the other holds a beer, his face quirking up at your display. "Slow, babydoll."

You obey, pawing at the bulge in his jeans. Logan groans as you bring him to full aching hardness. You loved his cock, loved watching the reaction it had to you. Your sweet lips plant a little kiss on the fly, then you nuzzle against the fabric, sighing contently while you remain steady by holding his thick thighs.

"I love you." You whisper directly to his pants, and Logan chuckles as he downs the last of his beer. Yeah, you were talking to his dick, not him, but he knew you loved him too. The beer bottle gets tossed into the couch, and Logan cards his fingers into your hair as you continue to nuzzle again his clothed cock, mouthing over it and breathing the hot air onto him. Logan could propose right here, honestly, make his precious girl his forever...

But he had fun plans for you right now.

His cock was aching, straining at the view before him. What more could a man ask for? A cold beer and the prettiest girl in the world worshiping his throbbing member with the biggest smile on her face. A wet spot was growing on his jeans, both from you slobbering on him and from the pre-cum leaking.

You sit up a little, stretching your legs, yes, but also a particular goal in mind. His belt. You kiss that big belt buckle, still palming his erection and his balls, but licking at metal object.

"Fucking love you." You take a big wiff, smelling the sweat from a hard days work and eyes rolling back in your head. "Always taking care of me, providing for me..." You lick a stripe up that belt buckle, getting a little bit of his shirt and a taste of his belly.

Logan fists your hair into his hands, rubbing your sweet, pretty face on him. You don't protest to being shoved into his stomach, feeling the hard muscles under a little bit of stomach, licking and smelling as he brought you down, careful not to hurt your face, back to his crotch. Your makeup was smearing, blotches of red and black and pink, and all the coloring you used for your face, swirling around his jeans and your skin. He loved it. Logan secretly hoping the lipstick would stain, that he could walk to the lumber yard with evidence of your lips on him... but that might embarrass you, and he didn't want to embarrass you.

As he controlled the pace, Logan groans above you, forcing stimulation on his throbbing dick. Logan, as always, showings your with praise.

"My good little slut, always willing to do what I say, to make me happy."

"Just letting me -oh fuck- letting me use your face, not even fucking it just, just rutting into it like a pillow."

He humps your face even as he controls the movements, using you like you were a lifeless fuck toy but loving you like you were the most precious gem.

His moans turned into whimpers, and as Logan began stuttering his degrading praises, you knew what was happening.

"P-pretty girl, my pretty... girl.... shits, shit, shit, fuuuuuuccckkk!" he continued to rub you on his cock, cumming inside his jeans and dragging out his pleasure as long as possible

Logan lets go, and you fall back on your butt, giggling. Your lover drops to the ground on his knees, exhausted but smiling, so you wrap your arms around him and pull him down. The carpet is decent but the pillow you were kneeling on barely fits the two of you, so you opt to lay on his chest while you rest.

"I've never once cum in my pants. Gotta be a special kind of slut to make me do that shit."

You smile up at him, your face a complete mess but so, so happy and pretty. "Yeah, but I'm your special slut."

He tips your face up to get a little kiss onto those sweet lips.

"Yeah, you are. My special slut."

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Logan Howlett dark series

Logan Howlett x reader x wade wilson

Dark Logan and dark Scott Summers x reader

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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Summary: Told in a combination between present day and flashbacks, you and Logan are friends with a budding forbidden romance at the School for Extraordinary Youngsters. You are the only human teacher, and Logan the rambling man who comes and goes as he pleases.

Despite being told to stay away from you by those around him, Logan can’t fall for you, can’t help but need you, need you, need you… until he simply takes it. His violation leaves you pregnant, and you navigate a Logan you don’t recognize anymore, flashbacks reveals the past of how we all got here.

Warnings: like ao3’s “writer chose not to archive warnings” by clicking read more you are consenting to reading what comes and that you are 18. You have been told this is a dark story involves non con and pregancy, any other triggering topics are liable to be discussed. I won’t be tagging twists bc that’s stupid and idk how the Pedro fandom actually decided that was a thing people should do??

Immersion: reader is shorter and smaller than Logan.

Undetermined number of chapters right now

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Chapter 1: Logan takes you.

Chapter 2: grocery trip

Chapter 3: Opening up

Chapter 4: Trying new things

Chapter 5: Sickness opens you up to Logan

Chapter 6: Scott and Kurt make their appearance

Chapter 7: Nightmares

Chapter 8: Dancing

Scott POV

Chapter 9: it’s complicated

Chapter 10: No one listens to Scott

Chapter 11: Rogue and Wade try to make sense of things

Chapter 12: Confessions

Chapter 13: Family bonding

Chapter 14: Logan’s twisted views

Chapter 15: Jeannie

Chapter 16: Logan and Wade make their choices.

Chapter 17: Logan needs control

Chapter 18 Part 1 (Before): You want to feel clean again

Chapter 18 Part 2 (After): It all comes to a head

Chapter 19 (Finale): Happy ending

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To Outlast The Cold 1/?

Wolverine x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Set against a hauntingly cold wilderness, reader finds themselves facing a vulnerability they haven't known in centuries: mortality. Will the famous Wolverine be able to race against the clock to save what is his?

CW: Descriptions of blood, death, corpse, poisoning, ANGST, hurt, established relationship

Your lungs burn as you suck in all the air you can, your breath clouding in front of you with each pant. The frigid wind howls around you, sending an icy shiver down your spine as it tears through your winter layers. Towering mountains surrounded you with tall pines that have stood for centuries against the frigid climate.

You glance at the crimson staining the snow at your feet, oozing steadily from a cooling corpse beside you. Your fingers twitch with adrenaline from the ambush, warmth pooling deep in your abdomen as your heartbeat thrums in your ears.

Post-fight glow, as you like to call it.

The man had fought until his final breath, but he was destined to falter against the honed skill of immortality. Not bothering to assess the wound that had probably already started to knit itself back together on your abdomen, you listened for the sound of jet engines that had brought you here.

Charles had sent you on a recon mission months ago to assess the threat of a group of mutants wreaking havoc on the local folk. You’d jumped at the opportunity to get some real bloodlust, only to be disappointed when the group did little but dull your blades and bloody your clothes.

The distant sound of snow crunching under boots knocks you out of your thoughts as the wind blows the stranger's smell past you, a wicked grin growing in recognition of Logan’s scent. After spending months hunting in this snow, your footsteps were silent as you slinked deeper into the forest, following where the wind beckoned you closer. You watched from behind trees as Logan prowled, his movements honed from 200 years of practice, but even he was inexperienced compared to you.

Logan stilled, like prey suddenly realizing it was no longer alone.

“We really gonna play these games? I’m fuckin’ freezing my ass out here to come get you,” Logan shouts over the deafening wind, his back facing you. “C’mon darlin’, I ain’t seen you for months, and this is how ya treat me?” Warmth spreads up your spine at his words, your mind tripping over itself at the language you haven’t heard in so long.

You move silently to stand a breath away from Logan’s back, close enough to see the jump of his shoulders when you click your tongue. “Miss me so much you came here personally?” You can’t help the smile that spreads as Logan spins to face you, eyes alight with alarm.

His features shift to delight at your familiar teasing. “Oh, leave it for later.” You don’t have time to rebuttal before Logan crushes you in a hug that has the air wooshing from your lungs. As Logan’s arms wrap around you, a sharp unexpected pain rips through your abdomen, your breath leaving you in a sharp gasp. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to ruin the moment so soon, but Logan’s grip on you falters as he steps back to look at you, the spike in your heart rate undoubtedly alerting him to your situation.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows furrowing as he studies your blanching face.

“It’s nothing,” You wince, not fully convincing yourself. “Just a scratch from earlier.”

Logan’s face knots in confusion as his gaze locks onto your cheek. “ I told you it’s fine. No need to get your claws in a twist.”

“Why aren’t you healing?”

“What?” Logan ignores you as he brushes the pad of his thumb along the apple of your cheek. You flinch as you feel an unexpected sting, his finger pulling away red with blood.

“Why aren’t you healing?” He repeats, voice low with barely subdued panic as his gaze rakes over you, landing on a splotch of red soaking through your coat, right over the wound you hadn’t bothered to check. “That’s not healing.”

You try to unbutton your jacket, only to find your fingers pale and tingling, your movements slow and uncoordinated. Nausea roils in your gut as a feeling you haven’t felt in centuries washes over you. Mortality.

A headache starts to thrum at the base of your skull as the adrenaline from earlier begins to wash away. Your legs feel far off and distant as you try to take a step, but your foot doesn’t respond. Instead, a numbing cold crawls outward from the wound, spreading under your skin like frostbite. The world tilts, the snowy ground rising up to you before Logan catches your fall, tucking you into his chest.

“Haven’t felt like this in a long… long time.” You breathe out, each word an effort. You clutch at the throbbing wound with daft and shaking hands. Poison. Some synthetic concoction must have laced the ambusher's knives, halting your enhanced healing.

Logan’s arms tuck behind your shoulder and knees, lifting you gently before beginning to half-sprint back to the jet. “We’re leaving. Now.” He growls, breath fanning your cheek as you rest your head against his shoulder. “Don’t you dare make me watch you die.” His tone is furious, but you catch the tremble in his voice.

You manage a faint, breathless smile. “Never thought I’d see the day Wolverine plays nursemaid.”

“Shut up.” He snaps, but there’s no bite in his words. “You don’t get to leave me.” His voice barely over a whisper and softer than you’ve ever heard him before. “Not after everything.” Logan’s hand finds yours, squeezing your fingers so tight it hurts. The warmth from his palm melts into you, anchoring you against the numbness threatening to consume you.

In the distance, you hear the unmistakable sound of jet engines cutting through the haze in your mind. The snow swirls around you, a wash of blinding white. Through the fog, memories of long ago resurface. Summers as a child when times were so simple, faces of friends and lovers long since passed, and echos of laughter carried on warm breezes, now haunting in the cold.

Throughout it all, for the last 200 years of memories, was him. Always there at the end of a long day, always ready to guard your back. A pang of sadness swells; the thought of leaving him after so many decades together has tears running down your wind-burned cheeks.

“Hey, hey- none of that,” Logan’s voice breaks with emotion, betraying his gruff expression. “Stay with me.” You cling to the sound of his voice. Your gaze slides to his as you open your mouth to speak, but words fail as you catch the terror in his gaze. You tighten your grip around his hand, squeezing in a silent promise as the cold seeps deeper. Logan’s face blurs, the edges of your vision dimming as your eyes grow heavy.

Your eyelids fall shut, trusting Logan to get you, or at least your body, back safe. You feel Logan's lips on your cheek whispering words into your skin, but no matter how hard you strain to listen, all you can hear is roaring. Then nothing.

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Threaded Together

Summary: This is a drabble about how you, Wade, and Logan always find each other in every universe. (2.5k) Tags: smut, damn dude like all of it???, face sitting, cum eating, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, a lot for some reason, eating out, ugghhhh maybe more idk i wrote this high, idk how to add a read more anymore im old leave me here to die

It didn’t matter what universe or time line it was. Fate had a way of always making sure the three of you ended up together. 

Once you moved in next to Wade it was hard to deny your crush on him. He made you laugh the first time you met and you were a goner. He was madly in love with you. And the fact you sat next to him on the couch and mindlessly watching a movie is driving him insane. He stares at you longingly, almost heart broken. You turn to look at him with a quizzical brow. He can hardly take in your facial expression before he’s leaning over towards you, his hand cups your face as he pulls you into a kiss. You kiss him back eager. 

When Wade disappears during his birthday party at first you're pissed. Then you're worried. He’s gone for days before he shows back up with The Wolverine and destroys the whole street. When he comes home you throw your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. You curse him and tell him to not disappear like that again. He apologizes and you pull back to kiss him. You notice The Wolverine looking at you like he’s seen a ghost. 

You look at him with a scowl as you watch him walk out of the mansion towards the garage. You ask him if he’s seriously trying to leave right now. Mutant hate is at an all time high and there have been countless attacks. Everyone needed to stay put and protect the children. Logan has been at an all time low. He mumbles an excuse. You grab his hand and beg him to stay. He pulls away from you. You lash out and say something hurtful. “I’d say have fun drinking yourself to death, but it’s one of god's funniest jokes that you can’t die.”

He’d never forget the sound of your scream, the children’s. His friends. The people he should have protected. They way you screamed his name when he’s already too late. The guilt of letting everyone down. Letting you down. He tries to drink himself to death everyday until Wade shows up to drag him to the TVA. 

Now he’s here looking at you. At night he can hear you. He hears you cry out for him in his nightmares. He hears you next door, crying out for Wade. He knows Wade is raw in you as he squelches deep in your wet heat. The sounds so clear through the walls it’s almost like he’s in the room. He can hear every soft whimper and moan that escapes your lips. He can hear Wade tell you to be a good girl and to be quiet. He’d tell you the neighbors complained too many times. Every soft sound that escapes your lips is identical to when he’d be buried deep in you, your slick running down your ass, pooling on the mattress. 

He can hear months later when you and Wade decide to do some roleplay. His dick immediately hard as he hears Wade pretend to be him. How you softly moan Logan’s name, how he used to hear you say it as you rode him. Fucked yourself slowly on his length and you clawed at his chest. He shoots his load all over his stomach when you moan his name again loud enough to hear through the walls without super hearing. 

He almost has a heart attack the next night when you pretend to be Logan. How you peg Wade. Logan can imagine how Wade would look under him, legs trembling from the force of how hard hes being fucked. How Wade’s scarred flesh would feel under his palm. 

The next night home alone Logan thinks about Wade. He thinks about you. He thinks about you and Wade. Wade eating out your beautiful pussy while Wade gets fucked from behind. How beautiful you’d look with Wade up your ass, your tight pussy stuffed to the brim with Logan thick cock. How Logan would feel reverse cowgirl on top of Wade as Logan kisses you. Logan sits on the couch and rubs his hard dick over his sweatpants. 

It’s something you and Wade talked about endlessly. Letting Logan into your relationship. You never thought he’d agree. But when you're alone in the kitchen and end up corner by Logan, his hand lifts your chin closer to his mouth. Wade walks into the kitchen and watches calmly. Logan looks at him but doesn’t move away from you. Wade tells him to kiss you. It almost sounds like a command. Logan does. He kisses you hard. He kisses you like he wants to convey he’s sorry. How he wishes he never left you in his universe. You kiss him back hard. Wade watches longingly. Logan pulls you up in his arms and takes two big steps across the kitchen and sets you on the counter. His arm stays wrapped around you as he grabs Wade's collar in his fist and roughly drags him forward into a bruising kiss. 

The three of you end up naked in bed. It would never be the last time. 

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Logan was dying. He had been back at the mansion. The metal that coats his bones slowly poisoning him. You didn’t want to admit it but as you looked across the table at the old man, you had to. His glasses sat on the edge of his nose as he read a text message on his phone. He was your everything. Only you and him, plus Charles. Since everyone else had died during Charles' psychic seizure. Logan said he had to go work for the night. You brush a tear away and say okay

When he notices the tear he asks about it. You shake your head. You couldn’t even begin to say how much he meant to you. How much you loved him. He kneels beside you. Asks you, baby, what's wrong. Hearing him call you baby makes you gently run your thumb over his aging cheek. 

Your voice breaks when you tell him you love him, with another tear. He wipes it away. He doesn’t have to say it. You know it by the way he kisses. He still says it over and over. He says it while he’s smothered by your thighs as he licks into your leaking core. His nose brushing your clit. It makes you cry out for him. 

You stay with him when Laura shows up. You forced Logan to agree to help her to get to Canada. He hates that you alway do what’s right. You stay with him when he takes his last breath. As the last stone is placed onto his grave as you help the rest of the children flee. 

You and Laura end up in The Void soon after. You stay with her and protect her. You protect each other and watch her grow. Your small family grows in The Void until one day Laura shows up with Nice Pool’s van. And there he is, as young as the day you meet him. 

Logan stands drinking Gambit’s liquor. You can’t hear the conversation happening as you stare at his young face and his scowl. Wade mentions how you’re staring and you just nod. 

Later after Laura talks to him, you walk and silently sit across from Logan. You look at his face and he asks what you're looking at. You feel so many things at once. Anger, relief, loss, lust. Logan gives you a curious look. 

Logan says he can smell how wet you are for him. You didn’t even notice. You were too focused on your heart beating in your ear. He moves to kiss you. You kiss him back. He has no love behind his kiss and you start to cry. He may be Logan but he’s not your Logan. He was just looking for a quick bang before you all possibly died tomorrow. He feels your wet tears and stops kissing you. He asks why you're crying. You shake your head and walk away. He doesn’t know you. He’s not your Logan, you remind yourself. 

An apartment next to him and Wade isn’t what you imagined you’d be after getting out of The Void but here you are. Laura is going to Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. You spend more and more time with Wade and Logan. Wade teaches you about everything you missed while you were in the void, and Logan’s the differences between timelines. Wade insists you’re a legend. He’d talk about how everyone knows you and The Wolverine were a kick ass duo until he died. And Wade talks about how you two probably had the best sex. You hush him. 

One drink night you’re up on the roof with them gazing at the stars when you open up about your past with The Wolverine. And how yes the sex was mind blowing. You also confess how you feel like you're betraying your Logan for developing feelings for The Worst Wolverine. It shocks both men when you admit it so easily. It shocks Wadde when you and Logan share soft kiss after soft kiss and he sits there awkwardly before he sneaks away. 

Wade sits there awkwardly days later, his cock straining in his pants as he can hear your ass cheeks clap as you bounce on Logan's dick. He feels like a pervert when he comes in his fist as Logan tells you your his good girl. 

Wade wants to be called Logan’s good girl too. He wants to be good for him, for you. He'll do whatever you both want. He’d obey. He’d let you sit on his face while Logan gagged on his dick. He’d fuck you nice and slow while Logan told you both what to do. He’d beg to be touched after being tied up and teased by you both. 

It’s not until you and Logan think you're home alone does Wade feel like he’s in over his head. He can hear the soft clap of your cheeks. The wet mess spilling from you. He walks past Logan’s room and sees the door cracked. He can see your naked body bouncing up and down. Your face scrunched up in pleasure as you play with your tits. Logan’s fat sock stuffed deep into you from where he lays on the mattress, strong hands on your waist. 

Wade doesn’t notice his own hand slip into his boxers and start stroking. He doesn’t notice how your eyes slightly open and see him. He almost swallows his tongue when he hears you whimper his name. Logan says he knows baby, you can’t stop thinking about dick. Logan says he knows you want him to join us. He does too. 

He knows he is caught when you snap towards his hiding spot at the door, to in front of you on the mattress. Wade pushes the door open and closes it behind him. Logan’s curses when he realizes what’s happening and starts to slow his strokes. You swat his thigh and he picks his pace back up. Wade crawls onto the bed and kneels in front of you, ready for anything. You pull him into a kiss. He kisses back with a whimper. You end up with his cock in your mouth, Logan still trusting from below. You tell Wade to come before you and he does. You keep playing with him, but Wade insists he’s too sensitive and whimpers for mercy. You tell him to be good while he hardens in your hand again, over sensitive tears rolling down his cheeks. Wade closes his eyes as you stroke him into another orgasm. You let it paint your chest while Logan pumps his seed deep in you after you come in his cock. You lean back on the bed and Logan licks your chest clean. Wade begs to get between your legs, to taste you and Logan’s cum that mixed together and drips down your legs. Wade moans as allow him. He buries his face deep in your cunt and cleans the mess and brings you to another orgasm. Logan watches as he strokes himself. Wade finishes up licking the mess he made and turns to Logan to take the tip of him into his mouth, and drink down his hot seed. The three of you end up in a tangle of limbs cuddled together as the sun rises, and forever more.

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Logan and Wade are so alike in so many ways. Their hearts know each other's hurt, and after what they go through in The Void, it’s obvious they share a connection. It doesn’t take them long to realise it. 

You always seemed to end up as Wade's neighbor. You can but help but be a little jealous when Wade brings him home. You had always hoped Wade would notice how much you longed for him. 

It’s not until Logan and Wade are cuddled watching a movie together does Logan find out how much you want his man. His hearing picks it up immediately. He can hear it through the walls of the cheap apartments. Your moaning Wade’s name. Over and over again. Logan starts to grow hard and Wades teases that he’s just been sitting there. Logan’s quick to pull him into a rough kiss and tells him about what he hears. Logan takes him there on the couch and he can hear the moment you cum. 

Every time Logan hears you he’s on Wade. Biting his neck, burying himself deep in him. Wade complains that he can’t hear you and tells Logan to tell you every detail. Logan comes embarrassingly fast the first time he hears you whimper his name. 

It’s not until a movie night that you’re faced with your actions. You flirt with Colossus as he leaves. Then you’re alone with Wade and Logan. Logan asks what the fuck that was. You look at him confused. He asks if you’re just into any guy who shows you an ounce of kindness, or do you even like him and Wade. You’re like a deer caught in headlights. 

Wade tells you with a teasing grin that Logan has super powerful hearing and hears every time you get yourself off to the thought of them. You can feel your face turn bright red. A few confessions later you’re on all fours, Logan beneath you, his face buried between your legs as he worships your core. He tells you he’s wanted a taste since the first night he heard you get off to the thought of Wade. Wade is in front of you on his knees. He holds your hair and mumbles words of encouragement as you take him deep into your throat. He tells you how beautiful you look as tears stream down your face. A mix of being emotional from both men wanting you and the pain of Wade's cock hitting so deep down your throat. 

It doesn’t take Wade and Logan long to agree that you're theirs. Not just physically but emotionally too. It’s not long until you spend more time in their apartment than your own. Long nights spent on Wade's bed until you’re all spent. You sitting on wades face while Logan fucks into him. Logan tongue explores your mouth as he moans about how much he loves that you’re theirs. Wade would let out a muffled agreement between your legs. 

You were theirs and they are yours. No matter when. No matter how. The universe would weave your threads together so you would always find each other. So you would always be together.

[littlemissoblivious]

Yes! I love playful!Logan! This was so cute!

Logan dating Scott’s younger sister? 👀

“He’s going to kill you if you’re late.” You gasp as Logan tugs you closer to him by the open halves of his flannel that you’ve neglected to button.

“Oh I’m just shaking.” He drawls, rolling his eyes at you as he buttons up the shirt.

You and Logan aren’t sneaking around, practically everyone in the mansion knows you’re together. Scott just has a hard time accepting that his ‘kid sister’ - his words - is dating.

“I gotta meet Marie in like ten minutes Logan,” you slip back into your jeans, Logan’s groan coming soon after you tie the bottom of his shirt in a knot.

“I know, you’re gonna play dress up and I’m suffering sparring with Scott.” You roll your eyes, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek where he leans against the door frame.

“Can’t you be nice to my big brother?” You plead and bat your eyes at him but Logan knows your tricks.

His hands fall to your waist, his teeth nipping at your jaw. “Why can’t your brother be nice to me, huh?”

You laugh, holding onto his biceps. “Maybe because you defiled his sister and mark her up every night.”

Logan lifts you up, making you squeal much to his delight. “Oh I defiled you? You’re such a little shit.” You’re over his shoulder in a flash, Logan not caring a bit as he opens his bedroom door and walks out to the hall with you there.

“Logan, my head.” You squeal but you’re completely safe.

“Yeah s’full of crap.” He chuckles when you pinch his back, the kids in the hall not even bothered by the two of you.

Since you’d been dating, Logan had got a bit more playful. “I need to meet-“

Logan nods, “Marie, yeah I know bub. I’m walking you over there.” He sets you down, hands brushing your hair back as you let the blood rush out of your head.

Marie meets you right at the front door, “You’re gonna make her head explode, Logan. And then who would I go to the mall with?”

Logan rolls his eyes, fishing a cigar out of his pocket. Before he can light it, Scott is rounding the corner and smiling at you before frowning at Logan.

“I know you can’t do without her, but you’re almost thirty minutes late.”

You gasp, “Logan! I told you!”

He only shrugs, ignoring Scott completely. “You’re the reason I was late,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll see you for dinner yeah?”

You nod, kissing him quickly before Scott can react and scamper through the door with Marie giggling behind you.

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[m1sa22aman3]

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

[mxstly-melancholy]

Can you PLEASE write a logan x baker reader headcanon🥺 i’m a pastry chef and i would love to see this

Absolutely!! 🩷

no warnings just fluff!!

Logan absolutely loves it when you come home smelling like sugar & sweetness.

He loves LOVES trying out all of your baked goods.

He’s always so impressed at how talented you are.

He loves watching you prep and bake stuff. It’s very entertaining for him.

Logan loves to help you when he can, putting icing on whatever you ask.

He’ll scoop a tiny bit of frosting on his finger and put it on your nose to tease you.

He always licks the spoon 🫡

He has a sweet tooth but won’t admit it.

Will wake up in the middle of the night to steal cookies you made 👀

He loves how happy baking makes you!

[theshamelesssimp]

When you're reading a fanfic and suddenly the reader has a name

[romana-after-dark]

Dirty Old Man

Dark!Old Man!Logan x fem!reader

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Summary: Logan is your driver, and one day he gets tired of keeping his hands to himself. Logan's POV.

Warnings: NON CON! DDDNE!!!!! Alcohol consumption, breeding kink but reader is on birth control. slapping. big, girthy, throbbing, rock hard age gap. crying, dirty talk. Absolutely wild slut shaming and misogyny in Logan's head. Seriously yall he's bad here. Theres nothing redeeming about him.

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He’d been watching you for longer than you realized.

Logan was used to taking odd jobs, having just enough to get by and when he tires of one place or another, he quits and finds somewhere else. But this right here? Yeah, he was sticking around for a bit.

You were a stupid little thing, silly and bubble head with a great pair of tits and a niave view of the world. He was your driver, taking you all around the streets of New York, anywhere from fancy gala’s to Sex and the City style luncheons -wait no it’s called brunch-, Sex and the City style brunches, to sleepovers with friends. Every time you hoped in the pretentious car, you slid in the back with a hello, and hopped out with a goodbye and a thank you. Today was no different.

A little crisp out for such a small dress, don’t you think?

Fall was coming, even if it grew later and later every year for the leaves to turn yellow and the wind to cool around you. Still, it never stopped dumb girls like you from dressing in the skimpiest little things, just tempting nasty old men like him, testing, teasing, until there was a consequence. You really needed to learn a lesson, didn’t you? One by one, Logan dropped off your slutty little friends, all dressed in an aray of orange and red and black and all the fall colors that were fashionable for bimbo’s like them to pay attention to. This wasn’t all your friend he’d driven to the club, some of them probably went off to get railed by some horny college student who just had to compliment them once or twice and they were sliding their underwear to the side.

You weren’t like them. You were wearing white, as pure as the day you were born, your sweet little head too filled up with thoughts of sunshine and flowers to be someone who’d let a man touch you like that. That’s why Logan wasn’t going to be ‘let’, he was going to take.

Drunk like your father every evening trying to drown out your nagging mother, you babbled on about the evening to him after your last friend left, filling him in on all the innocent fun you had at the club. You weren’t like the others, you didn’t grind on men or kiss your friends for attention or snort coke, you were happy with a several drinks and a good time.

“Back home, bub?” He asks you, looking through the rearview mirror.

“Yes, please, Mr. Smith.” You replied with his alias. He wanted to make you scream Logan, Logan, Logan. A pause. “Where are we?”

Logan had pulled into an empty alley, smirking at the knit of your eyebrows in confusion. “Gotta check the back tire, bub. Seems off.”

You were too drunk and stupid to question him. Naive girl, so trusting. He went to the back right tire, near wear you sat, and bent over pretending to look, knowing you well enough to know you’d open the door and peek out.

“Wha- *hiccup* what is it, Mr. Smiff?” 

He chuckles at you slurring his faux name. 

“You can just call me Logan, kid, I told yuh that.” Logan stands, bracing his arm over the car frame, leaning over you. “Everything, I’m afraid.”

You blink up at him in confusion. “Everything?”

“Yeah baby, looks like we’re gonna have to kill some time.” He makes his move, pushing you onto the leather seats and shoving you down. For a moment, you don’t struggle, just a yelp of surprise but Logan can see the realization of what's happening dawn in your eyes. Then, you slap him.

“Big mistake, kid.” Two slaps, one after the other in quick succession, are delivered to your sweet face, letting you know that however you fight, you’ll be punished. “Won’t help yuh to fight, sweetcheeks, only gonna make it worse.” He watches the tears well up in your eyes, your pretty lip quivering, but you don’t fight. You give in. He chuckles. “Well that was easy.”

Logan spreads your legs, grinding his clothed erection over your white underwear, making you whimper. “P-please don’t… I’m sorry, I-I I don’t-”

“Shhhhh, princess…” Logan wipes a tear from your face, nuzzling his beard against your neck. “Just be good for me, this will all be over soon, okay? But be that sweet girl I know you are.”

A dizzy, tired ‘okay’ and Logan leaned back to undo his pants where his crisp white shirt was tucked in. As expected, you simply stayed laid back and didn’t fight or try to get away. Such a good girl. “Take your panties off for me.”

You shake your head. “Don’t make me…”

All he had to do was narrow his eyes at you and you were scrambling to do as he said, making you complicite. 

“See? I knew you wanted this.”

Sliding into you was heaven, feeling you clench around him in fear, the tension of your body manifesting in squeezing him cock even as you got wet around him. He was your first, he knew that. Inside himself, he knew that, even if you hadn’t said. Because of course you hadn’t? Who would share that with her driver?

“Fuck princess, look at you…” Logan grunted as he began to thrust, watching your tits in that braless dress bounce. “Taking this old man cock so good, aren’t’cha? Yeah, just look at you…” He grabbed your hair harshly, yanking you up so you were bent over. You scream in pain, but quickly quiet yourself with little sobs instead as he forces you to watch him violating you, entering and withdrawing and entering again until he lets go, letting you flop back once more.

Logan’s cock slams inside you, and Logan bets you can feel him inside you, feel him prodigy at your womb, ready to be bred like a good girl like your deserves. 

“Are you on birth control?”

“Y-yes” You cry, covering your face in embarrassment. Are you lying? No, no he can see the little rod in your arm. He grab your tender flesh, and you cry out briefly again as he feels the stupid fucking implant in you, thumbing over it as he growls in frustration. He wanted to get you knocked up, make sure you were the stupid girl who got herself pregnant after he ditched town, but there was nothing he could do about it now. 

He gropes your tits through the dress, slapping at the side to make you yelp before moving on downward. You were awfully wet for someone who was crying. 

“Poor girl… is the mean old man taking your virginity? I know, I know, I’m the worst.” He swirls a finger over your slicked up clit, making your body jolt. “Fuck, such a sensative girl around you. Been years since I fucked someone so sweet and innocent, you’re -fuuuuuck, princess- you’re every dirty old man’s dream, you know that?”

He felt your cunt tighten at that, and he barks a laugh. “Ha! Don’t think I didn’t feel that, sweet cheeks. That make you hot? You like knowing old creeps think of our naked body while fisting their cocks?”

You cover your face. “No!”

“Princess, don’t fucking lie to me. Come on.” Logan touched your body, knowing he could bring you pleasure, wanting to feel your first orgasm gushing on his cock. “Give it to me, come on this old man cock, be the dirty whore I know you wanna be.” 

Your cry into your hands as your body betrays you, orgasming hard enough it pulled his own climax out of him. Even though he knew you wouldn’t get pregnant, Logan loved knowing that he was pumping load after load of his hot seed into your virgin pussy, knowing it would leak out of your for days. Morning after morning you wake up to his cum sliding out of your, reminding you that you’re nothing but a dirty old man's whore.

The whole ride to your penthouse, you laid in the back of the car, never moving from where he left you. When Logan pulled up to the building, he put his arm on the other backrest, looking down at you. “You tell anyone about this,” He let his claws fly out of his fisted hand. You could only flinch, your eyes drooping heavily. “I’ll end you, and whoever you tell. Got it?” Logan waits until you nod. “Good. Now get the fuck out of my car.”

Later…

You lay in bed, staring at your phone though the tears in your eyes. A shower couldn’t wash off the feeling of him in and on you, so you just gave up, stumbling into bed with your most comfortable clothes.

Your screen showed a message your forgot to respond to before getting drunk.

Remy Boo <3: Bon soir, cher. Text me when you’re home so I know you’re safe.

 You couldn’t tell him. Logan said he’d kill you and whoever you told… but if you didn’t respond, Remy would pull up to the penthouse and check on you. You did give him a key, and you owed him a response. He was your boyfriend, after all.

You: I’m home!!!! Had a great night with the girls. Im tired. Ttyl.

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Thanks so so so much for reading!!!! I might do a part 2 IDK. I kinda wanna see remy finding out what happened and that it was logan of all people.

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