#daddy!logan

Your father had always been strict, ever since you were a little girl, and you recall he always had rules that everyone in the house was expected to follow. However, the moment you started high school you suddenly had your own set of rules.

Rules like no crop tops, no body piercings, nothing that would draw the attention of your classmates to your anatomy. The most important rule? No boyfriends. You knew it was mostly for your father’s own peace of mind, and you didn’t really care for the boys you had grown up going to school with since kindergarten, so you didn’t fight him too much on it. You weren’t boy crazy or anything anyway, so you didn’t understand why he would even worry.

Then everything changed when an old friend of your father’s moved back to the city. Logan was a mountain of a man, respectful and caring in a gruff way, he was quiet but knew how to make others feel at ease around him. Lord, did he have an effect on you. To say he was handsome would be an understatement, he was like one of those leading men straight off the cover of romance eroticas like your mom kept in her drawers. Yet he was genuine and kind, he always greeted you when you entered the room, he would bring by some trinket he thought you might like, he never dismissed you in conversations like your dad might occasionally do. You never questioned why Logan thought about you so often or why he looked out for you, you figured it was just an old friend trying to make up for lost time.

After a few months, Logan would stop by for Sunday beers, then you would come home from school to find him getting watching a game with your dad. “Hey, kid,” Logan would greet with a polite nod. “Good day?”

“Not terrible, we had a sub in math so that was a neat break.” You offer with a small smile and Logan chuckles at that as you walk towards the recliner where your dad is sitting to kiss his cheek.

“Another substitute? How many vacation days does that math teacher have?” Your dad asks and you give him a small shrug, already sinking into yourself like it’s your fault. “You’re not falling behind, are you?”

You quickly shake your head and say, “No, sir. We have a study group in the mornings to keep up with the unit.”

Your dad gives you what could be a hum of approval. “That’s the initiative you should continue to strive for, kiddo. Now go do your homework before your mother gets home and starts dinner.” He instructs and you nod, waving at his friend as you head towards the staircase.

“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Logan.”

As Logan watches you disappear up the stairs, he can’t help think that your old man could have tossed you an atta girl or some type of praise to let you know he was proud of you. It wasn’t his place, however, so he kept his mouth shut.

It made Logan ache to see you not being properly praised, like the good girl you clearly are, and that’s just not how he would do things. You noticed Logan would be especially kind after you and your father exchanged some words. Logan noticed the way you would wear clothes you didn’t really care for to appease your father’s rules, he noticed you would miss out on things with your friends because of your old man’s curfew. All Logan wanted was to give you some freedom, a little praise because you are a good girl, and you deserved to be treated like one.

One night, Logan stops by to drop off some charcoal for a cookout your father was planning for Easter and you answered the door for him. Your eyes were sad and wet, your bottom lip slightly jutted out as you greeted him with a soft little, “Hi, Logan.”

“Hey, kid, you alright?” Logan asks, moving past the threshold when you step aside and nod slowly. Logan drops the bag of charcoal off in the kitchen and makes his way back over to you, dusting his hands on his pants. “You ain’t gotta lie to me, darlin’, I ain’t your old man.”

Darlin’, the nickname makes your face warm, you like it. That type of soft spoken expression that makes you feel safe to share with him. Your eyes find his intense green ones and you sniffle as you shrug, hugging yourself in your crew neck sweater. “My dad and I just got off the phone a little bit ago. He wasn’t happy that I didn’t go to tennis tryouts.” You tell him, looking down at your mismatched socked feet, toeing at the floor.

“Don’t care for the sport?” Logan asks casually, not accusing, not demanding, just asking if it’s even something that interests you. You shake your head. “Then your father’s just gonna have to get over it. Better that you try at something you give a shit about than half ass something you don’t.”

“Wish he’d see it like that.” You mumble.

“I see it.” Logan steps closer and you look up at him with parted lips and your heart suddenly in your throat. “You’re a good girl, sweetheart. You know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t always know if I’m doing what he expects of me.” You admit, feeling like Logan is taking a weight out of your chest just by letting you vent about your strict dad. “I try so hard, Logan.” You sniff and he pulls you into his embrace as your eyes water again. You cry softly into his chest and he holds you, soothing you with soft coos while caressing your hair. “I-I’m n-not allowed to do a-anything fun and I-I don’t even understand wh-why,” You say between soft sobs, your little fists clutching tightly onto the back of his t-shirt. “I-I’ve never b-been rebellious or-or sneaky or done anything to not d-deserve his trust. I can’t e-even wear a damn crop-crop top.”

Logan can’t help a small chuckle at that and your reproachful whine is muffled in his chest which shouldn’t make his cock twitch in his pants, but it does. “You’re a good girl, you are, you just need to be shown how good girls should be rewarded.” Logan says and you tilt your head back to look up at him. “You want me to show you?”

“Yeah.”

Next thing you know, you’re straddling your dad’s best friend in the living room, face buried in his neck as he’s slowly encouraging you to ride his thigh.

“There we go, just like that, baby doll.” Logan praises, feeling the slight tremors in your body as he holds your waist and rubs your back soothingly with the other. “No one‘s ever made you feel this good, huh?” He asks into your ear and you shake your head, panting softly as your clit pulses with need. “Such a good girl, you need to be looked after more often. I can help with that, sweetheart.”

You peek up at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, soft whines leaving your mouth as your hips chase the friction he guides you to follow. “My dad is mean to me, Logan. He-he doesn’t love me, he just wants me to-to make him look good.”

Logan’s hands move over your back, one settling at the nape of your neck and the other on your hips, his thick thigh flexing subtly underneath your pulsing slit as you ride him to your release. Logan cradles you close as you tremble in his arms, gasping and moaning as you ride that wave with his help.

“Then I’ll be your daddy, baby girl.”

From that point on, the dynamic between you and Logan changed dramatically. It wasn’t obvious, you were subtle about the extra attention he was giving you behind your father’s back. Now, however, whenever you and your dad got into a tense back and forth, whenever you felt overwhelmed with your studies, whenever you needed to feel more valuable, you didn’t pout and cry in your room. Now you went straight to his best friend’s arms.

“Slow, baby, don’t get too loud.” Logan whispered into your hairline as you were rubbing your pussy against his bulge. The thin cotton of your panties was soaked through and you were whining softly, gasping against his neck as you reached another release.

Logan had come over while your father was still at work to make sure you ate something and had someone to talk to after school. The gesture made you clingy and you asked him to cuddle in your bed for a little bit. Now you were sitting in his lap, stripped down to your panties and socks, letting Logan knead and kiss at your bare breasts while you got yourself off on him. “It’s-it’s so good, daddy! It feels so good, I-I want more.”

“Use it, sweetheart, make yourself come. You feel how hard it is, huh? How hard you got daddy just sitting here letting him touch you?” He coos, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping his way down to your neck and you begin to tremble from your impeding orgasm.

“Oh, ‘m gonna - mmm, daddy - I feel it.” You whine, grabbing firmly onto his broad shoulders with your little hands, grinding helplessly against the hard erection in his pants. Your face nuzzles into his neck and you cry out as you feel that wave of pleasure overcome you.

“That’s my good girl, feel better?” He asks, cradling you against his chest, kissing your head and softly rubbing your back while you nod and smile up at him in a blissful state. “Always so proud of you. You’re such a fast learner, baby doll.”

“Thank you.” You whisper dreamily as you peck his jaw and cuddle into him during your come down.

Step by step, Logan takes it a little further as the days turn to weeks. You come home one afternoon to find a shopping bag on your bed. One from a store at the mall that your father had forbid you from even window shopping. Inside the bag you find a pair of denim shorts and a crop top that your father would ban from the house if he saw it. You know it’s from Logan and your suspicion is confirmed when you receive a text from him.

Logan (dad’s friend): You get my gift, baby doll?

You type back a response.

You: I did, I love it💕

Logan (dad’s friend): Send me some pictures when you try them on.

It becomes an unspoken arrangement, his taking care of you. Logan buys you the clothes you wish to wear, little gold earrings that you put on when you are out of the house with him or with friends, and he gives you sweet words and affection that you lack at home. Logan knows he’s probably crossing boundaries, but he sees how hard you try to be perfect and good, and he wants to take some of the pressure off. He wants to spoil you and be someone you can depend on, the only man you can depend on.

“You ever let any boys see you like this?” Logan asks one afternoon when he came over to spend time with you.

You shake your head, lifting it to look up at Logan from where you’re lying on your back while holding your thighs up, spreading yourself open for him. “No, daddy, I don’t like the guys here.” You are completely naked, trembling slightly from the anticipation of what Logan is about to do to you in your bedroom, in your father’s house.

Meanwhile, Logan is standing at the end of your bed, his hard cock out as he strokes it, boxers pushed halfway down his thighs, his shirt laid out underneath you “for the mess,” Logan had said before settling you down on your childhood bed how he wanted you. He’s trying to convince himself not to defile you like this, not his best friend’s daughter, but the way you’re staring up at him so willingly and trusting - he can’t risk some kid doing ruining your first time. It’s better that he does it, who better than a man that actually cares for you?

“You’re gonna pay attention and see how it’s done so you know what it should feel like, yeah? This isn’t all fun and games, baby doll, got it?”

“Got it.”

First, Logan touched you. Opened you up with his thick fingers as he inspected the perimeter of your little hole. It was pink and pulsing, glistening with want as his fingers brushed over your slit and circled your clit slowly. “You’re a virgin, baby doll, huh?” He asks and you give him a barely there nod as you watch his digits teasing you until you are wet and needy. “It’s gonna hurt a little, darlin’, but we’ll get through it together, yeah?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice is unrecognizable to you, breathless and soft in a way that tells Logan you are completely under his guiding hand.

Logan brings two fingers up to his mouth and licks your arousal off, eyes still on you. “Tastes so good, daddy’s gonna have a taste, okay?” You nod quickly, wide eyes watching as he kneels at the end of your bed and places your thighs onto his shoulders. His lips press into your thighs, kissing you and tickling you with his facial hair which makes you giggle and Logan groans at the sound in this context. “Sweet little thing.” His lips press to your clit and you shiver from the unfamiliar sensation.

His thumb continues to roll over your clit slowly while his tongue is exploring your clenching pussy, prodding at your tight entrance while moaning from the taste and scent of your sex. “Oh, daddy!” You moan, a small gasp leaves your throat as your head tips back and Logan gives you a light swat on your ass which makes you pop back up to watch him.

“Eyes on me, baby girl, remember?” Logan says sternly and you nod firmly, biting your lip as you watch his tongue circle your aching clit slowly. “You gotta pay attention so you see how it’s supposed to be done. Make sure any boyfriends that come along know how to give you an orgasm.”

Your head is spinning, too delirious with pleasure to realize that he’s not promising to keep doing this, he’s preparing you to be without him. “I don’t want any boyfriends, I want you.” You say, your big, wet eyes as you stare at him pleadingly.

“We can’t, baby, you’re too young, too good for a mean old man like me.” Logan says, spreading your folds open with two fingers and licking at your slit to make your tremble. “You’re going to marry a good guy with a trust fund and a career, you’re going to be kept like you deserve. You deserve everything good.”

You shake your head, but don’t argue because now one of his thick, long fingers is slipping inside you and you inhale sharply from the pressure. His digit curls in you and you moan as he presses on a spongy part of your insides. “Oh, shi-”

“No swearing, baby, too pretty for dirty words.” Logan says, watching your blissed out face while you watch his finger fucking into you.

“Mm, it feels so good!” You cry out. Logan leans down and kisses you softly while exploring your depths with one finger, getting you used to the stretch. A small gush escapes you and Logan groans, his mouth watering as he breaks the kiss to taste your arousal coating his digit.

“Gonna add one more, baby doll.” Logan tells you, sliding his hand back and slowly pushing into you again with two fingers now. You bite harder on your lip as the stretch is now accompanied by a sting. “There you go, that’s it. Nice and slow, does that feel good?”

“Yes, daddy.” You moan, wanting so badly to close to your eyes and writhe for him, but he has his other hand cupping your nape to make sure you’re watching every movement of his hand.

“Such a good girl,” Logan kisses you again, nipping at your lip and whispering sweet things to make you whine while he’s finger fucking you. “Your father’s got no idea how good you are, so obedient and smart. Fuck, and you’re tight as hell, baby doll.”

Your eyes drift past his hand between your thighs and you notice his cock, still hanging out of his boxers is throbbing and leaking, wet at the tip. The sight makes your mouth water and you lick your lips, your eyes finding his green ones as he’s watching you beneath him. “I wanna taste too.”

“Yeah, darlin’? Wanna have a taste of my cock?” He asks and you nod eagerly. “Lie back for me.”

Now, Logan is carefully straddling your chest, holding his cock against your face as you lick and suck on him. “There you go, take your time.” You suckle on his tip and Logan groans as he reminds himself not to shove down your throat. He lets you lick and kiss and suck on him for a little bit until he’s nearly at the edge. “You’re gonna get real good at that someday, but not tonight.”

You pop off him without a fuss as he moves his cock away from your mouth to settle between your messy, sticky thighs. “Here we go, baby doll. Nice and slow, let daddy take his time.” Logan’s throbbing, red tip glides between your folds, parting them as he burrows into your opening, dipping in slowly. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a stretch, darlin’.” Logan warns and you nod, too consumed in the way his thick girth looks while trying to bury itself into you.

His tip presses in and you whine as the fullness adds pressure to your core. “Oh, it’s so big!” You gasp, your hips sinking into the mattress as you run from the sting. Logan immediately follows, bringing you back with a hand under your ass and tsking at you.

“Good girls don’t run, remember?” He warns and you pout but nod. “You’re okay, you’re just not used to it. Relax for me, baby.” He encourages while kissing along your collarbones, nuzzling his nose in the hollow of your throat where he can feel your heartbeat. “I’ll make it fit, just leave that to me.” His lips finding yours and you melt into his kiss as one large hand returns between your legs to aid in the task at hand. You focus on his kiss, the way his chest rises and falls beneath your palms, how his large body blankets yours in safety. Logan’s cock sinks into your pussy inch by inch, each shallow thrust of his hips driving himself deeper and deeper until you’re trembling from how much you’re taking.

“Oh, ‘m so full.” You whisper, looking up at him eyebrows scrunched together in distress. “I’ve never-oh-never felt like th-this, Logan.”

One of his large hands comes to rest on top of your head, scratching your scalp softly while the other keeps your thigh gently pinned to the bed as he works himself through your little pussy. A rhythmic squelching sound quickly fills your bedroom and you whine from how his blunt head begins to bump into your cervix. “Mm, such a tight squeeze, baby doll.” Logan growls softly, his nose brushing over your jawline as you tilt your head back with an arch in your back. “Does it feel good? You like getting your little pussy stuffed by daddy?”

“Y-yes, daddy!” You whine, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist and let him give you pleasure and comfort all at once.

“Oh, fuck, my little girl.” He groans, caging you under his weight as he pounds into you, chasing your release. “Come for me, come for me, baby doll.” Logan pants, his restraint crumbling as you beg and call out for him. The tightness in the depths of your belly unravels and your body shakes violently from your orgasm.

“Logan! Fuck!” You cry out and Logan growls, cupping your jaw in his hand and giving you a warning nip on your lip.

“No dirty words, baby.”

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, don’t stop, please!” You moan, your nails scratching down his back as your body convulses from the overstimulation as Logan follows his own release.

“You’re not on the pill, so no boys should be finishing in you, you hear me?” Logan says, lifting your body by your underarms as he sits back on his heels and brings you down onto his length. You nod your heavy head before dropping it on his shoulder where Logan cradles you while moving your hips for you, bouncing you along the length of his still throbbing cock. “I’m gonna finish in you because I can take care of you.”

“Yes, daddy. Just you.” You say in a breathless voice as he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his cock. “I l-love how you take care of me.”

“My sweet girl.” His release is thick and warm as he comes with a low growl in your ear, your cheek pressed to his hairy, sweaty chest as he fucks it deep into you. “All mine, darlin’, aren’t you?” His cock pulses inside you and you nod, swallowing hard and sighing as you feel so content and cared for.

“Mhm, all yours.”

Logan gives you a moment before he slowly lifts you by your waist so he can watch his spend drip down your thighs and onto your bedsheets. “Look at that, fuck, broke all of your daddy’s rules just for me?” You nod slowly, running your fingers through the sides of his hair and breathing softly as you reach for a kiss.

“You’re my daddy.” You say against his lips with a dazed little smile that makes Logan chuckle, but he doesn’t disagree.

“Let me at that little pumpkin, Shugah! Auntie Rogue is on the job!” A bubbly Rogue reached out her arms toward Logan, who held tiny you in his own. You were groggy and still waking up from your nap, but the warm, smiley woman with the bright auburn and white hair had definitely grabbed your interest.

“Woah, woah, don’t forget about her Uncle Remy, Chere. Logan, make sure you tell her I get a turn at some point, huh?” The man speaking in the thick Cajun accent had caught your eye for a moment, but upon looking his way and seeing his red eyes, you whimpered a bit and buried your face back in Logan’s shirt.

“It’s up to her Shugah, and it looks like she’s as keen to play with you as a field mouse with a tom cat” Rogue laughed.

Logan was beginning to feel reluctant about this whole babysitting thing. He needed to go on a mission with Charles, and his first choices of caretakers—Jean and (reluctantly) Scott—had to go too. So did Storm. Jubilee was sitting this one out, but half the time, Logan still felt that she needed a chaperone herself. He conceded that Rogue and Gambit would have to do.

“Alright, listen carefully, the both of ya.” Logan started. “She’s already had her nap, and she don’t need to eat again for a few hours, but when you do feed her. No sugar. You got that, Gumbo? That means no beignets, no sneaky candies, no nothin’ sweet.”

Rogue rolled her eyes incredulously, “Yeah right Logan, like we’re gonna babysit and not give the kid anything fun to munch on. You can’t be serious.”

“You wanna give it to her that bad? It’s your funeral. She don’t do well with sugar. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Logan looked about as serious as the plague without a single hint of a smirk.

“So lemme get this straight, mon ami. What do you feed her when you wanna make her…I dunno…happy?” Gambit smiled with a smug look and cocked his head. He was working on something in the kitchen and wouldn’t stray too far from the oven.

“She’s perfectly happy with healthy food, Cajun. She won’t miss what she don’t eat.” Logan replied, frowning and raising an eyebrow.

By now you were starting to fuss a little in your daddy’s arms, getting curious about the new, vaguely familiar grown ups around you.

“Alright, alright, little one. Daddy’s gotta go, love.”

You rubbed your eyes and giggled a little as your daddy planted a kiss on your cheek that was a bit scratchy from his stubble. Then he put you down on the rug and headed out.

The next thing you knew, the pretty southern lady with the red and white hair was in front of you on the floor, laying on her belly.

“Alright sweet pea, why don’t you and Auntie Rogue have a little fun, huh?” She asked, her eyes sparkling and mischievous.

You regarded her curiously for a moment, before you were scooped up and flying—literally flying—around the room in Rogue’s arms! Your giggles absolutely filled the air, as did Rogue’s.

Then came another voice from the kitchen; and with it and incredible smell on the air. The man with the red and black eyes then appeared from around the corner.

“You know Logan’s gonna put us both through a wall if a single hair on her little tête is out of place, don’t you Chere?” He asked, smirking.

“Yeah well I reckon you’ve got a better chance of being run through for what you got in that kitchen than I do for playin’ super-baby with her, Shugah.” Rogue grinned. “Don’t think I can’t smell those treats you been workin’ on in there.”

“What? Like I’m really gonna pass up the chance to give little chère her first beignet?” Gambit said, pouting with puppy dog eyes.

“I hear you! What kind of monster looks into this face, sweet as pie, and then says no to anythin’ sweet!?” Rogue booped you on the nose as she asked the rhetorical question, and once again, you were smiling.

The smell wafting from the kitchen was intoxicating to you—especially with the enhanced senses you’d inherited from your daddy—and before long, your uncle Remy stepped into the living room with a plate of warm, fluffy beignets.

He held one out to you and winked at Rogue, “Wolverine never gonna know, ain’t that right chère?”

With a little hand outstretched, you grabbed one of the warm beignets, held it to your mouth, and started chewing on a corner. It was as if your entire world changed with a single bite. You gnawed your way through the soft pastry, with your chaperones chuckling at the sight of powdered sugar all over your chubby cheeks. You smiled ear to ear and clapped your hands, still clutching the bitten up beignet in one.

“Well, lookie here!” Rogue grinned. “She loves it!”

“Everyone love Gambit’s beignets, Chere.” Remy scooped you up in his arms and gave you a raspberry on your cheek, once again causing you to smile wide. “Who’s your favorite uncle in the whole wide world, ma princesse?” He tickled your belly with his fingers and you squealed in a fit of laughter.

Rogue and Gambit spent the rest of the afternoon feeling very self-satisfied. Each was confident that Logan would never find out they’d fed his precious daughter a sugar-bomb pillow of fried dough. Or how much she loved the taste.

The two little tasks to do around the house, and Rogue set you up in a playpen in the living room before joining Remy in the kitchen. The couple went about their business, sure that you were just about the happiest little thing they’d ever encountered. You’d be fine with your toys and some calming cartoons on the TV.

In the kitchen, your sitters were chatting; cleaning up and washing dishes.

“Chere, don’t you think it’s a little funny that something so sweet came from–”

“Logan?” Rogue finished, a smirk plastered on her lips.

“Well…yeah.” Gambit said with a laugh.

“Maybe a long time ago, before–you know–everything…maybe Logan was somethin’ like her.”

At this Gambit looked at the woman he loved as if she had three heads; suppressing laughter and starting to fail.

“Alright, I know. Ah’m just sayin’.” Rogue responded, trying to cut off his stifled laughs.

After about half an hour of tidying up and speculating about the Wolverine’s layered, foggy past, Remy said, “You should probably check on the little one, non?” He was starting to tackle the dishes in the sink.

“Yup. I’ll see what she’s up to.” Rogue agreed.

She walked back into the room she left you in, to an eerie level of silence. There was no giggling, no cooing, not even the sounds of your noisy toys. Hi Even more unsettling? She didn’t see you anywhere.

“Uh…Shugah?” She called. Maybe you were curled up in the playpen asleep? But Logan had said you’d already had your nap, hadn’t he? Walking up to the little enclosure Rogue noticed something terrifying.

The mesh wall of the playpen was completely ripped apart. There was a massive hole in it, and you were absolutely not inside.

“Oh no.” The words fell out of Rogue’s mouth as she looked around the room in a frantic panic.

There were claw marks on the wooden bookshelf in the corner! There was a chunk missing from the couch, and one of the throw pillows had been completely obliterated!

“Remy!” Rogue called. “Get in here! She’s gone! She’s…loose!”

The red-eyed Cajun came running into the living room looking around the room and taking in the carnage. “What d’you mean, Chere? Mon dieu, what the-!?”

Before he could finish his thought, a tiny little missile came careening at high speed from behind the shredded drapes over the window. You were charging across the floor at Gambit with 6 pointed claws at the ready, and was that a snarl coming out of you?!

“Woah-!” He jumped to the side dodging the draggers coming from your little hands.

The demeanor you arrived with was completely gone. You looked downright predatory now! You crawled across the rug with as much speed as you could manage, determined to skewer whichever babysitter got in your way first.

“Grab her, Chere!” Gambit yelled to his girlfriend.

“Ah can’t! She’ll gut me like a fish! How could she have those already?! She’s way too young for a mutation to show up!” Rogue observed, staring in shock at the little claws protruding from you.

“Must be because they cooked her up in that lab. Guess normal mutant rules don’t apply, huh?” Gambit reasoned, climbing up on a table to get out of your reach.

You could see him up there, and you began circling the table like a wild animal. Gambit could just about hear a nature documentary narrating your hunting behavior in his head:

“With bold aggression, the predatory wolverine circles her prey, preparing to use her razor-sharp claws to scale the tree her meal is hoping to find refuge in.”

“Why is she so angry?!” Rogue demanded, floating as close to the ceiling as possible to avoid your raging swipes.

“Because you gave her sugar, didn’t you?” A gravely voice came from behind Remy and Rogue, making both of them jump.

“Am I right?” Logan was standing in the doorframe of Gambit’s living room, arms crossed and looking none too pleased.

“Uhh, non! Of course not, mon ami! She took a beignet from me! Just swiped it right out of my hands!” Gambit smiled, desperately lying through his teeth. As scary as the little clawed pup on the rug was, she was nothing compared to her papa.

“Oh give it up, Remy! Alright Logan, maybe we gave her a little somethin’ sugary. You didn’t tell us she’d turn into a little mini berserker-mode you if we did!” Rogue spat, more annoyed at him than scared of you at this point.

“I warned ya.” Logan replied. “More’n once, darlin’. I oughta let her rage at you both til she runs outta steam. Maybe then you’ll listen next time.” His arms were still crossed, and he was looking very sternly between the two guardians he’d reluctantly chosen that morning.

“Fine! It won’t happen again, Shugah, just call her off before she eats mah man!” Rogue pleaded.

Logan rolled his eyes and knelt down on the floor.

“Alright pup, enough.” He barked in your direction.

You weren’t having it. All that saccharine energy was fueling your animalistic rampage, and your daddy was now trying to slow you down? You turned your attention toward him with a little growl escaping your lips, bearing your little claws at the ready.

Just as you were about to reach your daddy? He stood up and then his claws came out. Much longer than yours and coated in adamantium, they glinted in the light and stopped you in your tracks.

“I said, enough darlin’.” He snarled.

You came to a halt, blinked a few times with a quivering lower lip and retracted your little bone claws. You whimpered a bit, only to be scooped up right away by your daddy, who cuddled you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. “That’s my little one.”

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Gambit and Rogue were staring dumbfounded at the Wolverine and his little girl.

“What the heck was that?!” Rogue demanded, mouth agape.

“What?” Logan asked, skeptically. You had completely settled in his arms, where he was now bouncing you gently.

“Pretty sure you can’t show your sharps to your child, Logan!” The stunned woman shouted.

“Were you two gonna handle her then? When she gets like that the only thing that works is a show of force.” He explained while you cooed on his chest.

“A show of force?” Gambit repeated through a palm over his face.

“Takes a wolverine to stop a wolverine, Bub.” Logan smirked. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me about the sugar.”

He looked down at you in his arms just peacefully sucking your thumb and clinging to your daddy’s flannel.

“Can’t believe you two had so much trouble with such a little angel.” He smirked.

“Next time maybe you should ask Jean and Scott, Shugah.” Rogue sighed.

This pretty, sweet girl in a soft cardigan and a plaid skirt, sitting in a cafe looking through college pamphlets and sighing. It makes Logan want to be the reason you smile so he offers to buy you another latte.

“That’s very kind of you, sir,” You say shyly, tugging at your sleeves under the table as he sits across from you. “But you don’t have to, I’m okay.”

“You deserve better than okay, sweetheart, don’t you think?” Logan asks, waving over the waiter before you can come up with a self-deprecating reason to refuse the company of such a handsome man.

It’s nothing more than care in the beginning. Logan has more money than he actually needs while you are just trying to stay afloat and he doesn’t want to see you struggle. Maybe you should’ve questioned his unconditional help a little more than you did, but his charm and honesty disarmed you before you could second guess his intentions. And though Logan never initiated anything more intimate than a goodnight kiss, it certainly left you curious for more.

“What do you do for work, sir?” You ask him the first time you come by his place and see that, while it’s minimalist and hardly occupied, it’s neat and kept and much larger than you could afford. You’re standing in his kitchen, feeling the marble countertops and looking at his fancy silverware while he watches you with fondness.

“Security.” He answers simply, not unkindly, but with a tone that tells you it’s not a conversation for tonight.

“Do you like it?” You ask, turning to him and blushing when you notice how close he’s gotten to you. Logan reaches out and brushes his knuckles over your shoulder, fixing the strap of your dress before trailing his fingers down your arm.

“I like that it pays for these pretty dresses you wear for me.” You face warms up and you look away shyly only for him to kiss your cheek with a soft chuckle. “Stay for dinner?” He asks, taking your delicate hand and kissing your knuckles as you nod eagerly.

The first time you kiss for real is when he picks you up from the library because it got too dark and you were scared to walk home. His car parked by the sidewalk and he strolled inside to collect you like it was his most important task of the day.

“Ready, baby doll?” He asks as he finds you between the shelves doing some last minute browsing. Your eyes light up at the sound of his voice and you meet him in the middle with a hug. “Got all your things?” He asks, his arms wrapped around you, one hand scratching softly at the back of your head.

“Mhm,” You nod, tilting your head to look up at him as he continues holding you. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Logan smirks down at you, his other hand caressing softly at the small of your back. “I’m glad you called me.”

“You always answer.” You murmur with a bashful tone, and Logan smiles, leaning down to softly kiss you. Your heart flutters and you slide your hands over his chest and around his neck, letting him pull you closer against him as the kiss deepens.

The intimacy between you flows more easily as the weeks turn to months. You love to kiss Logan, you love the scratch of his beard against your neck when he’s marking you with loving bites, you love the way his heavy body cages you. You’ve never been swept up so easily by someone, so entirely consumed by his affection and care.

For Logan, it was simply having someone worthy to spend it all on that satisfied him. It made him feel good to spend his time, his effort, and his money on you. You were this kind and gentle person that he had an instinct to protect, and he loved that you let him. The spoiling came easy for him, almost second nature with the breakfast dates, the little gifts of perfume or earrings, and then dinner dates that ended with the two of you making out in his car.

“You have a good time with me tonight, baby doll?” Logan asked while kissing along the gentle slope of your neck, his hands rubbed softly on your hips while he had you straddling him.

“Mhm,” You nod shyly, pulling back to look at him with heat in your cheeks. “I always have a good time with you, sir.” Logan smirked and kissed you softly, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Call me daddy, baby.”

After that your relationship evolved on its own. You knew he had dangerous affiliations, but he never let any of it touch you. Logan’s “security jobs” kept his pockets full enough to care for you, move you into a nicer place away from danger, fund your college education. You would be his alibi in return, his hide out, coyly answering the door when law enforcement came knocking while he lounged in your bedroom.

“All clear, daddy!” You announce as you pad into your room barefoot and in a silk robe he had bought you to see him stretched out on your frilly bed, smoking a cigar like he is not currently evading the law. “They’re gone now.”

“Yeah?” Logan smirks as you beam with pride and he stubs out his stogie in the ashtray sitting on your nightstand before patting his lap, coaxing you over to him. “My sweet girl did some lying for me, huh?” He asks as you happily bound over and climb onto his lap, straddling him and sitting pretty in his arms.

“Mhm,” You nod, caressing his broad chest over his tank top and biting your lip. “Just like you taught me.” Your big eyes look up expectantly at him and Logan chuckles, pinching your cheek lightly before kissing you softly.

His tongue swipes teasingly at your bottom lip during the kiss and you sigh into his mouth as you make out. One of his hands is curled around the back of your neck and the other holds your hip as you rock yourself gently against him. “Such a good girl, keeping a mean old bastard like me hidden in your room.” He gives you a single smack on your ass and you let out a startled squeak. “You love me, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” You say between kisses, brushing your fingers over his bearded jaw and he sighs at the soft touch. Your thighs squeeze around him as your clit rubs against his denim bulge, shyly looking at him as you confess, “I love you so much.”

Logan suddenly flips the two of you over and now you’re lying beneath him, breathless and blushing. “You want your reward for being so good?” He asks, dipping his head down and kissing your collarbones and your sternum, marking the tops of your breasts as the robe slips open.

“Yes, please, daddy.”

“My polite girl.” He chuckles before opening your robe the rest of the way and taking his time peppering your bare body with open mouth kisses and teasing bites that make you giggle and moan.

“Wanna feel you.” You say as you tug on his tank top, begging him to take it off and he does. Your soft hands run over his firm, chiseled chest, the coarse hair dusted over his pecs tickling your palms as you admire him. “You’re so big and strong, daddy.”

Logan kisses you again, carefully lying his weight over you as you make out and he steadily grinds his bulge against your panties. “Yeah, baby, that way I can keep you safe.” He murmurs against your lips, caressing your cheek with one hand and finding your soaked folds with the other. “Can daddy have a taste?” He asks, looking down at you with darkened eyes that excite you and you quickly nod.

What follows is nearly a half hour of him teasing your clit, burrowing his tongue into your warm core, sucking on your folds as they become coated with your arousal. Your little moans turn to whines as the stimulation builds up and you feel your belly tensing with your impending orgasm. “Daddy! Oh, my god!” You cry as your head rolls back and your legs kick weakly from the overstimulation as he keeps going.

“Tell me, baby doll,” Logan instructs, lapping gingerly at your pussy, shifting a little to keep you in place so you won’t run from the pleasure. Your legs are hooked over his wide shoulders now while you bite your index finger and watch him. “Tell me how it feels when daddy eats your pussy.”

A pathetic whine escapes your lips as you say, “It feels so good. My pussy’s throbbing, I wanna come again, please.”

“Want daddy to make you come?” He asks, his thumb rubbing on your clit, making your eyes roll into your head and you whine again, bucking your hips eagerly.

“Yes, please!” You plead, fisting at the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. Your thighs tremble helplessly around his head and you mewl as the pleasure overcomes you. “Oh, daddy! Daddy!” You cry out as the tightness in your lower belly unravels and you come again.

Logan growls in approval, his large hands flat on the underside of your thighs as he pushes your legs up and greedily devours you. “So damn sweet.” His words are muffled but you don’t miss the satisfaction in his voice that makes you want to keep being good for him.

“More, daddy,” You beg breathlessly, tugging at his shoulders with a little huff. “I want more, I want you.”

“Yeah, baby doll?” Logan asks, undoing his jeans and pushing them down enough to let his hard cock spring out. “Touch it, sweet girl. Show me where you want it.” You bite your bottom lip as you wrap a hand around his thick girth and guide his tip to your wet, swollen folds. “That’s it.” His hips press forward and you moan as he pushes the tip in, stretching your entrance before sinking in completely and making you cry out. “You like it, baby?”

“Yes, oh, yes!”

“You’re always such a good girl for me,” Logan murmurs as he kisses you through the stretch and takes your mind off the depth that his length is reaching within your tight walls. “I love taking care of you, baby. You’re never going to need anyone else.” He tells you, kissing your neck as he fucks you hard and slow, making sure you feel every inch of him as he devotes himself to you and you alone.

The full body mirror outlined with flowers frames you where you stand in the middle of your bedroom in a soft cream cardigan dress that falls to your knees. Your frilly socks are rumpled at the ankles before disappearing into your Mary Janes. You take a few more pictures, lifting your foot flirtatiously behind you while biting your index finger.

Click click

“Hm,” You beam at your mirror selfie and take another one, your ankles crossed and your head tilted coyly while you hide your mouth with your sleeve. Click. “Better.” You whisper to yourself before sending it to your daddy.

Across town, where Logan’s picking up an order of textbooks for Xavier’s, his phone vibrates in his jacket pocket and he pulls out the device he’s only become familiar with for you, adjusting his reading glasses as he reads your message.

Doll: Image attached

Doll: The dress came in, daddy! What do you think?

The mirror picture of yourself, all dressed up for him, makes his heart tighten in his chest and he sighs, wondering what in his past possibly warrants the gift that is your affection and presence in his life. You’ve been under his care for most of your life, now more intimately than before as you’ve grown into an adult. But to Logan, you’ll always be his little doll.

As you’re toying with the bow in your hair, your phone pings on the vanity and you rush over, grinning as you open Logan’s text.

Daddy: Looks gorgeous, doll.

Daddy: You happy with it?

Doll: Yes, daddy! Thank you💕

There’s something about picking out your outfits that makes Logan feel…in charge. Whenever he catches some kid staring at you on campus or during class, Logan isn’t bothered because you’re dressed that way for him.

In your relationship, it has lead to him spending more than he’ll ever admit on pretty dresses and…more intimate clothing articles for you. Every other weekend, he takes you to and spoils you. Logan takes you out to eat, you go see a movie, he takes you shopping at those boutiques with chairs far too small for him to sit in. Then you go home and you put on a little fashion show for him.

That’s the part he likes best. Watching you dress and undress as you put together little outfits and ask his opinion on them.

“Do you like this color on me, daddy?” You ask him as you spin around in a brand new lavender babydoll dress that falls to your mid-thigh. Your prim white sneakers squeak on the hardwood floor of his bedroom and Logan smiles at you when you’re facing him again.

“I do, doll,” Logan extends his hand and you take it, smiling as he brings you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. “Every color looks good on my pretty girl.” He murmurs as he kisses your neck to hear you giggle from the tickling of his thick beard.

“Do you wanna see what I’m wearing underneath?” You ask teasingly, biting your lip while searching his face for reaction.

Logan smirks, his hand already sliding a little further up your thigh. “You put on somethin’ special for daddy, baby doll?”

“Mhm,” You nod, biting your lip and slowly sliding the hem of your dress up. The lace trim of your cheeky panties peeks out and Logan goes to touch until you quickly hop off his lap. “Not yet! I want to try on the rest of my dresses first.” You say decidedly while Logan growls low, making you giggle.

For the next half hour, Logan has to watch you playful shimmy out of your dresses, bending down unnecessarily to push them down so he gets a view of your ass. You bounce around and twirl in your dresses, telling him which dress is a date dress and which one is a dinner dress. As if the difference matters to him, his goal is the same regardless of which dress you wear out for him.And you love that he lets you tease him like this.

You’re a bit of an exhibitionist, you love to be looked at in your pretty clothes when your hair is done. Especially when Logan is your audience because after you put on your little shows out in public, Logan doesn’t forget to remind you to behave once you’re in the privacy of your room. You like to tease by reaching for things on a high shelf at the store, bending down haphazardly in a skirt so that he quickly has to come and stand behind you, it both frustrates and excites him.

These private fashion shows are a fair compromise.

“This blue dress is cute for a beach date, daddy.” You sweetly hint, spinning in the final dress you’ve tried on and turning to him. Coyly, you cross your ankles and clasp your hands behind your back as you wait for his approval. Logan stands slowly and your pussy immediately dampens as he towers over you with such focus. His fingers lightly tuck your hair behind your ear, his thumb caresses your cheek softly.

“You done playin’, baby?” He asks, tilting your chin up and you stand on your toes as he brings you up to him for a kiss. You nod softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and gasping in delight when he lifts you with one arm and holds you against his brawny build. His large hands hold your ass as he guides you back to the bed where he lays you down carefully. “You just love to be a little tease, huh?” He asks, slowly lifting the skirt of your dress and sighing at the sight of the lace clinging to your hips.

“You like it too.” You whisper, biting your lip as he slowly reveals your panties off and he noses the material making you squirm and rubs your thighs together in anticipation.

“My pretty girl,” Logan says as he kisses your thighs, rubbing your soft legs slowly before patting your ass lightly. “Let’s get this off ya, huh?” You raise your hips so he can bunch up your dress and then he helps you sit up so he can lift it off you and toss it on the floor.

“Daddy, my dress!” You whine softly, pouting playfully at him and he just chuckles, his hands run deliberately over your body as he takes in how snug your lingerie is on your breasts and ass.

“It’ll be alright, baby doll,” He murmurs, leaning down and pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts and making his way to your neck. You giggle softly and run your fingers through his hair, sighing and lifting your hips to rub yourself against his hard cock. “You got to play dress up, now daddy wants to play.”

The build up to sex with Logan is always so hot for me😮‍💨

And when he’s around she’s much more motivated to clean her plate when he’s watching her from across the table because she knows he’ll reward her for it later on.

Logan takes his role in her life seriously, not just as her protector or her lover, but as her caretaker, too. He’s learned her rhythms, knows the subtle signs when she’s overwhelmed, undernourished, or simply needing his affection to keep her balanced out.

So after every meal, without fail, he carves out time just for her to soak in his pride and praise.

After breakfast, she is wrapped in a soft cardigan over her pastel sundress, curled up like a kitten on Logan’s lap in the oversized chair in his room. Her belly is warm and full from the eggs and toast he made her, still a little sleepy, eyes blinking slowly as she nuzzles under his chin. Logan strokes the underside of her thigh under her dress, his hand warm and steady as he cradles her against him. His other hand rubs gentle circles over her stomach, pressing in lightly with reverent affection. “There’s my girl,” He murmurs, smirking when he feels the firmness of her abdomen. “Ate every bite like I asked.”

She hums, contently tucking her face against his neck. “Eggs are a high quality protein,” She mumbles sleepily, “Good for building my muscles.”

Logan chuckles and kisses the crown of her head. “My smart baby.” He lingers there, lips pressed into her hair like he’s absorbing her goodness one breath at a time.

After a light garden lunch, Logan brings her into the sunroom, where the late afternoon light pools onto the lounge chairs. Her dress sways prettily as he spins her before guiding her to sit, the fabric soft against his jeans as he settles her in his lap again. “You did good today, sweetheart,” He says, kissing just beneath her ear. “That sandwich’s gonna keep my girl strong until dinner time.”

She giggles, her fingers idly playing with the hem of her cardigan sleeve. “Spinach has calcium so my bones will be stronger,” She says as she looks up at him expectantly for praise, “And I drank that ginger shot too so my immune system will be healthier.”

“Mhm.” His hand strokes up her bare thigh, then down again, palming the gentle curve of her ass with a quiet possessiveness. His touch is slow, affectionate, never rushing because he wants her to bask in her reward. “You’re gettin’ real good at takin’ care of yourself, doll,” He whispers. “And Daddy’s real proud of you.” Her heart flutters and she presses a kiss to his jaw in return.

Logan always sets aside the time, after every meal, no matter how busy he is because she thrives off it: the stillness, the affection, the way her body is praised not for how it looks, but for how well she takes care of it. Sometimes he lets her rest like that until she dozes off. Other times, when she’s still buzzing from his touch, he rewards her with soft kisses up her thighs. He always caresses her softly, not with lust, but with adoration. His voice stays low, coaxing, soothing to make her continue to crave this routine of praise they have established.

“That apple’s gonna keep your skin so soft.”

“Those eggs’ll make your muscles stronger.”

“That water’s what keeps you glowing for me.”

And she clings to every word like they’re warm milk and honey, her lashes fluttering as she sinks deeper into his chest. Logan’s love for her extends beyond the physical, he needs her healthy and safe because he knows he’s going to live a very long time and he wants her around for as long as he can keep her.

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