✩ worst wolverine
✦ ⭐🔥 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words)
✦ ⭐🔥 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)
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✩ old man logan
✦ 🔥 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words)
✦ 🔥 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words)
✦ ⭐🔥 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k)
✦ 🔥 'big bad wolf' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // request: 'couples halloween costumes with old man logan who will begrudgingly dress up for his girl'. (400 words)
✦ ⭐🔥 'disobedience' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // moodboard + drabble. (100 words)
✦ ⭐🐻 'domestic life' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // domestic life with logan headcanons (700 words)
✦ 💔 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words)
✦ 🐻💔 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)
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✩ general logan / aus / other
✦ 🔥 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words)
✦ ⭐🔥 'dirty little secret' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. (1.2k)
✦ ⭐🔥 'baby fever' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // after your first baby is born, logan realises he doesn't want to stop at just one. (4.4k)
✦ 🔥 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words)
✦ 🔥 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words)
✦ 🔥 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words)
✦ 🔥 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words)
✦ 🔥 'life with lumberjack logan headcanons' (nsfw) - a collection of domestic headcanons for lumberjack logan (600 words)
✦ ⭐🔥 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k)
✦ 🔥 'strangers' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // the stranger in the leather jacket at the bar wants you as much as you want him. (800 words)
✦ 🔥 'the animal in the cage' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right? (830 words)
✦ 🔥 'hands' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, taking his fingers in your mouth (60 words)
✦ 🐻 'sunflowers' - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, logan buys you sunflowers (100 words)
✦ 🐻💔 'im sorry' - logan x gn!reader // logan would never hurt you, but in his nightmares he's often not able to control his claws - he's hurt you, the one thing he never wanted to do. (1k)
✦ 🐻 'soft' - logan x gn!reader // imagine playing with logans hair (500 words)
✦ ⭐🐻 'snow day' - logan x gn!reader // logan hates the snow, hates that it reminds him of the past. but he soon finds that being with you gives it a whole new meaning. (1.1k)
✦ 🐻 'halloween' - logan x gn!reader // carving pumpkins with logan. (200 words)
✦ ⭐🐻 'that funny feeling' - logan x gn!reader // no matter how hard he tries, logan can't escape one simple fact. he's falling in love with you. (900 words)
✦ 🐻 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words)
You did great Skye!!!!! I loved all of the kinktober stuff 😍 one of the best ones I’ve ever seen for kinktober on this app. Love that you write for Logan. Please never stop! ❤️ I wanna read your Logan fics forever and Logan deserves all of the love
thank you so so much 😭<3333 i had so much fun doing it. i'm taking a little break from writing just to recharge but i'll hopefully be back soon and will get to some requests ^-^ tysm anon!!!!
aaaa i can't believe logan promptober is over. i've had such a great time this year pushing myself to get something out each day.
thanks so much for your support everyone! and i love seeing everyone who took part ^-^ i'll upload a little list at some point with all of my works across this month.
✭ happy halloween! ✭
ੈ♡˳ 'trick or treat in the backseat' - 18+ logan x gn!reader
summary: logan pulls over and fucks you in the backseat on the way to a halloween party. (780 words)
tags: smut, gn!reader, short, missionary, reader and logan both cum, established relationship, slight voyeurism kink type stuff, car sex, dom!logan, pet names, 'sir', slight overstimulation, for the 'halloween' prompt for logan promptober.
he's got you in the backseat of his car. his lips are on your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist.
logan is going to make you fashionably late for the halloween party.
his hands are drifting up under your shirt.
"logan-" you huff, hips lifting instinctively, "i just put this costume on."
he grins, you can feel it, "yeah, and i want it off."
logan quickly strips the clothes from your body, tugging and pulling roughly. and you let him, because it feels great to be manhandled by him, especially when he's in this mood.
licking his fingers, he teases your hole as his tongue enters your mouth. you gasp. fuck. he really wants this.
heat pools low in your belly as you imagine someone finding you here, parked at the side of the road.
he feels you clench and wonders what dirty little thoughts are running through your head.
"does my baby want it?" he purrs against your lips.
you can only nod as he begins finger fucking you slowly. the sensation is almost too good. your head tips back, he licks a stripe along the column of your throat.
"use your words, i said does my baby want it?"
you clench. "yes, sir."
logan groans in response, now that's what he likes to hear.
the jingling of a belt buckle has your head tilting back up to meet his gaze as he fishes his cock out of his jeans. he's hard, thick, ready and throbbing. he's been worked up for a while. it didn't help that your hand was on his thigh the whole drive.
"we're gonna be late-" you start, but then he's pushing in and a moan spills lewdly from your lips.
he tuts, "sh sh sh, they can wait. i want you."
the thick crown of his cock pops inside and you marvel and watch as he sinks in deeper and deeper.
before you know it, he's fucking you - long deep strokes that fill you more and more with every thrust.
"open up for me, that's it, ngh-" logan grunts, one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder to hold you down. you feel him hilt inside and you both gasp.
then, he pulls back, slams in hard enough to jolt you in the seat. you hardly have time to prepare yourself before he's rutting against you like a bitch in heat.
fuck, he really wants this.
the car begins to rock as he fucks you as hard as he wants and as deep as he knows you need. let them see, who gives a fuck, he's too lost in his lust to care.
"logan, someone might-" you choke out through thrusts, but it just drives him harder.
wet slaps fill the air as his hips connect with yours, "good."
the thought that logan wants someone to see has you close to cumming, combined with the rhythmic way his hips move and the feel of his cock swelling inside your tight wet hole.
and he feels it, the orgasm closing in on you. he bites his lip as he jackhammers in, determined to make you cum. your moans will undo him, could get him to do anything. he's weak for you.
"you gonna cum for me?" logan grins, he's close to snapping too.
you look up at him through hazy eyes, "y-yes sir, gonna cum. . . please, don't stop, lo'."
those fucking eyes. holy shit, those fucking eyes. logan would give you anything, do anything for you.
"want it nice and deep? want my cum darlin'? gonna fill you up nice and good in the backseat, huh?"
you can only babble in response as the heat builds, windows foggy, car rocking.
"i'm-"
a deep thrust. "i know."
you cum. hot and heavy and desperate for him, for logan.
he sees it in the way your body moves, feels it as you clench around him and it sends him into a frenzy. he's fucking you like it's the last time he'll ever get to, head bowed down at your chest as his hips piston.
his cum fills you up nice and warm, oozing out between thrusts. he doesn't stop until you're whimpering in a state of overstimulation.
logan eases up, slowing to a halt as you both pant and sweat.
"..you okay?" he manages to mumble through gasps.
you're more than okay. "yeah. . ." you laugh, trying to catch your breath.
pulling out, his cum dribbles down your thighs. you look good enough to eat, he can hardly keep his tongue in his mouth.
the future.
logan's never been one to look too far ahead, because it spans so far into the endless unknown that it's pointless.
that was, until he met you.
foolish notion, maybe, but he sees a life with you. he allows himself to hope, to dream. it melts away some of the bitterness and anger and fear that shields his heart.
his hands are stuffed into his pockets. one of them fiddles with a small box as he watches you in the kitchen, humming and shaking your hips as you make breakfast.
the future doesn't seem so bad, or too scary.
not anymore.
with you.
summary: logan hears a familiar song, but the memories of you are lost to him. (420 words)
tags: kinda angsty, established relationship, origins!logan, soft, for the 'jukebox' prompt for logan promptober, based on the song 'unforgettable' by nat king cole.
'unforgettable, that's what you are'.
logan listens as that song weaves from the radio, through the air and to his ears.
'unforgettable, though near or far'.
it brings him the same feeling it always does. the feeling of being homesick. for a home he can't quite remember.
but you can.
you can remember the man with the soft eyes and hardened expression, the way he weaved through the crowd to you. the bar was packed that night. how could you forget?
his voice in your ear had you blushing, feet kicking beneath the bar. when he laughed it felt like a victory, when he smiled it felt like a victory lap. you wanted to chase it, chase him, run away with him.
after what felt like hours you felt his hand on your back, and you knew in that moment that you'd share something special. when he pressed play on the jukebox, the heart you'd kept locked away for so long began to beat seemingly just for him.
'like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me.'
it's slow, his walk with you to the dancefloor. his hand in yours is big and warm, you feel safe with the stranger, somehow.
and he turns, pulling you close, his hand on your lower back. your chests touch and you swear he must feel how hard your heart is beating. little did you know, he'd felt it from the moment he'd laid eyes on you.
you look up, and watch him watch you, those soft eyes on yours, hand in hand. he thinks you the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, you think him the gentlest.
he'd laugh if he knew you thought that, but you made him feel worthy of being someone who could be gentle for you.
logan leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as the melody charmed its way into your chest.
'never before has someone been more unforgettable, in every way. and forevermore, that's how you'll stay.'
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your song.
it was the beginning of your story, and though there was no end or goodbye, you mourned him like a death.
because he's gone, at least the man who knew you is, taking with him those memories you hold so close and he's buried so deep.
and he listens, remembering the ghost of a love, an embrace, a kiss.
yet still he remains, memories out of reach, missing love built in the shape of you in his mind.
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'that's why, darling, it's incredible, that someone so unforgettable, thinks that i am unforgettable, too.'
he knows it's foolish to yearn. to want.
logan learned long ago not to wish for foolish things such as love.
and then he found it. one sided. aching. blooming in his hollow chest. demanding to be felt.
he feels it, strong and unyielding in every smile you send his way. he feels it, shameful and bitter on his tongue as he calls your name in the middle of the night. he feels it, soft and fluttering in his stomach as you call his name and say something as simple and beautiful as 'hello'.
logan yearns from a safe distance, where he can't poison you with the heaviness and unrelenting weight of his want.
he'll die with this feeling, content that he's kept you safe from the most dangerous thing he knows is on this earth.
his love.
i'm in love with your writing! so happy with all the promptober stuff you're blessing us with :DD
so just wanted to thank you for sharing your stories with us<333
AAAAAAA thank you so so much 🥺🥺 you have no idea how much that means to me. genuinely this really brightened my day. i'm glad people are enjoying the promptober!
those chilly autumn mornings, waking up with you.
he wakes up first, because of course he does, and admires you in the early morning light. the gentle rays of gold and orange peek through the window and threaten to disturb your sleep. but instead you lay there soundly.
logan's glad he's always the first one awake, gives him time to count all of the freckles on your face, memorise the shape of your nose, the outline of those lips he's kissed so many times before.
little does he know, when he's the first to fall asleep, you take your own time to admire him. you count the greys nestled in his beard, those beautiful lines that have found home around his eyes, the furrow of his brow even in sleep.
you both admire one another, in the quiet stillness of sleep, on those early mornings and late nights.
ੈ♡˳ logan promptober day 27 - early mornings
summary: logan has some fun with you in a tent in the wilderness. (540 words)
tags: smut, gn!reader, short, missionary, reader and logan both cum, established relationship, for the 'wilderness' prompt for logan promptober.
the tent surrounds you both. it jostles with every deep thrust.
there's no one around to hear your obscene moans, no one around to hear how his hips connect with yours. the trees still sway, the stars still hang in the sky as you're dicked down thoroughly by your man.
"harder!" you cry, and logan grins. any harder and he'll hurt you. so instead he grips your knees and pushes them up towards your head and out, opening you up further. it satisfies the craving for more, and your head tilts back.
it's so good. he's so deep. you knew this is what he wanted from the moment he suggested a camping trip, to be able to fuck you as loud and as wild as he wanted - the neighbours had complained back home.
"right there baby? is that good?" he coos, looming over you with sweat beading on his brow.
fuck. of course it's good. you can hardly think straight, like he's fucking every thought out of your head.
"no answer huh? that's it, take it, you're bein' so good for me." logan growls, leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss you can't keep up with.
his thick cock slams in and out of your slick hole, it flutters around him, begging for more, begging for release. you wonder if the tent pegs can keep up with this.
"bein' so loud they'll be able to hear you back home, darlin' - aw, listen to you. . ."
every word plucks at your nerve endings and sets them on fire, the urge to cum building in your gut. you know he won't cum until you do, he's determined, what a gentleman.
logan can feel the telltale signs that you're getting close - the way your moans increase in pitch, the twitching of your brow, and the-
"logan. . ."
he smirks. there it is.
"gonna cum?" he asks like it isn't obvious, keeping that pace that has you seeing stars.
it builds to an almost overwhelming level. he's so precise with his thrusts and the way he coaxes out your pleasure that you were sure he was born to fuck your brains out exactly like this. like the universe brought you both together for this very moment.
you call out, loud enough that the birds scatter from the trees outside, and scream his name.
he's ecstatic, grinning and pounding into you as he feels you explode. the fluttering of your hole, the way your body is responding. . . it's enough to tip him over the edge and he feels himself coming apart inside of you.
he huffs and hisses your name through his teeth as his thrusts slow, making sure he uses you to milk every drop from his cock.
and you both lay there, spent, naked, gasping. the way his cum nestles inside of you is enough to make your head spin.
he shifts to nuzzle his face into your neck, placing calming kisses along his journey upwards until he finds your lips. "told you campin' could be fun."
you smirk, suppress an eye roll, and kiss him back.
maybe camping in the wilderness really is fun when you have an animal of a man ready to please you in your tent.
summary: x24 pins you down and takes you in the forest. (680 words)
tags: smut, gn!reader, rough, reader is into it but slight dubcon warning i guess??, creampie (but reader doesn't cum), doggy style, x24 has escaped, scientist!reader, short and quick fuck, for the 'x24' prompt for logan promptober.
you can smell dirt. you can taste it. inhale it.
you can do so because your face has found its home there, directed by a large palm on the back of your head.
face down, he yanks your ass up, tears at your clothing easily because when he wants something, he takes it.
and he wants you.
you quiver, the forest air is cold and fierce on your now bare backside. scraps of fabric flutter in the wind.
before you have the chance to react, his face nuzzles between your legs and begins curiously sniffing and slurping. x24 thinks you taste good. it's new. it makes his dick lurch in his pants and fuck does he like that feeling. wants more.
he holds you open, large palms kneading at your ass to keep you in place. and you accept it, gladly, albeit flushed red from embarrassment. if your colleagues at the lab could see you now. . . face down ass up for an experiment?
x24 is more than that. you know it. you know they know it.
there's a plead in there somewhere between all the moans slipping sweetly from your lips.
he paws at his dick between his thighs, locked up tight beneath the material. it yearns to be free. he's the master of his own fate now.
for a split second, his eyes flit around the forest floor as though he will be scolded for following his own will. but with no one around, he allows himself to pull his dick free from its confines.
it's large, leaking, heavy, seeking you. it stands well above average, and he marvels at how it throbs in his palm.
x24 grunts as he plays with it. eyeing your eager hole, he watches as it twitches and begs for attention.
an idea springs to mind.
you gasp as you feel his tip twitch at your entrance.
he feels big.
you know he's big.
you've seen it before.
but never felt it.
and then he's pushing in. and you're crying out. the stretch is delicious. he thinks so too. his hands smooth across your back and then grip your hips, trying to find the best way to push in, to make your body accept him.
so you arch, giving in, letting him drive deeper as your eyes roll back.
how many times had you thought of this? dreamt of this? too many times.
meanwhile there's fireworks lighting in his brain, pleasure blooming in his gut, growing a garden so beautiful he thinks he could do this forever, chase this feeling forever.
why had he never been allowed to do this before? where had this feeling been all of his miserable short life?
finally, he's found sanctity, a reason to live, in a hole in the woods.
his body snaps down, covering yours as he bottoms out and then pulls back, snapping in again.
you yelp and try to pull your head up, but his firm hand pushes you down again. fuck you love this.
and he takes you. deep. hard. rough. it's not long before his balls are tightening. what is this feeling? it's tingling, need curling in his very core.
then he bursts, hot, sticky, wet and thick and white and abundant. it floods your twitching, spasming hole as he roars against your ear.
it feels good to be claimed, you think.
he's snarling, gasping and rutting with the sound of wet slaps that ricochet from tree to tree.
x24 slows, catching his breath. the beautiful feeling fades to a gentle buzz.
you attempt to catch your breath for the first time since he pinned you down. your thighs shake, you ache to cum.
his cock twitches, as does his nose, feels the way your hole flutters.
he doesn't soften, not even for a moment. in fact, you feel him swell again as your body forces another shudder.
it's in that moment you realise he'll keep going as long as he wants. and it's in that moment too, that you realise that this is what you've always wanted. held down, fucked in the dirt, by a man they call a monster.
18+ logan x wade ♡˳ logan promptober day 23 - deadpool
"it's always you-" logan growls, face fierce, claws embedded deep in wade's stomach, "it's always fucking you." he twists, feeling the whine from wade more than he does hear it.
and it is, always him.
he's always there, lingering, in the back of his mind. the feelings logan tries to suppress, they crawl their way into his chest and make home and demand to be felt. all those desires, cravings - they weave their way to the front of his very being.
it's him. deadpool. wade wilson. he does this to him.
"you make me sick," logan snarls, face inches from his, "you get off on all this fucking shit, don't you?"
wade arches his back as his body desperately tries to stitch itself back together around his claws, "keep talkin' dirty to me, peanut! i'm almost there!"
he matches him. in a way no one else can.
he can keep up.
he can roll with the punches. in fact, he loves the punches. wants the punches.
wade's thick and hard against logans thigh. logan is throbbing too.
it's the push and pull, it gets them both off. they're on equal ground, something neither of them is used to.
"fuck you." logan spits.
wade grins. "please."
