#agere!wolverine

[agerexmlmboys]

The "Worst" Wolverine

Regressor!Logan x Caregiver!Wade

(Slight Spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, also TW!Bedwetting)

Logan knew he was bad, that he wasn't any good. He had been the reason why there were no X-Men in his universe after all. That was why he deserved it. He deserved to never be little again. That was his self-imposed punishment. Though just because Logan's little mind had justified it, it didn't mean he really accepted it.

Logan's little brain reached out and was ecstatic at Papa Wade, taking him away from his scary, lonely, and bleak reality.

Logan went along if only to see what Wade wanted and definitely not because his mind was currently screaming out at him to leave this place.

That was until Wade took him to see Mobius. Tears welled in his eyes as it hurt to hear the confirmation that he was the worst. Logan's big mind had started to crack.

"He's The Worst Wolverine!"

His eyes closed, and instead of him fighting, Logan had started to cry. Even worse, his body decided that now would be the best time to finally regress and let loose. His bladder releasing itself infront of everyone in the room. The very action causing him to cry even more.

Though luckily or unluckily, Logan wakes up from the ever-present nightmare close to Wade.

Good news, it was a dream! Bad news he was soaked.

His eyes welled with tears looking down out of shame, causing Wade to snap into action.

"Shhhh, Shhh, Papa's right here, Wolvie!" Wade had hushed Logan, rubbing soothing circles into the little's back.

The comfort felt so good, but he couldn't accept it, Logan didn't deserve it he was the Worst Wolverine, He waa bad, he was dirty, he wasn't good.

Logan's tears fell harder as his words flew out of his mouth.

"No!"

He started his ramble while putting his hands weakly against Wade.

"I... I..... Mmmm' Bad"

He wailed, forcing Wade to hold him tight.

"Mmm, da worsee one. I bad, I can' be a baby"

He weakly admitted as he looked forlornly down.

"An I can' keep m'self dry. Bad babies can' have papas."

Wade held Logan tightly, ignoring the wetness he looked at Logan and uplifted him.

"I disagree. You're a good baby! You're my good innocent baby. "

(Weakly)Wade sat his heavy 300lbs toddler on his lap. Wiping tears from Logan's eyes he continued his speech

"You will always be my good baby! You'll never be bad in my eyes, you deserve to be happy and smile!"

He says as he kisses his forehead.

Logan's tears had dried as he looked at Wade, wanting to believe his Papa's words but still had that empty feeling he was wrong for wanting this.

"Bu-Bu,"

"No BUTS, no little of mine is gonna talk about themselves like that."

Wade says booping Logan on the nose.

"And I think it's time for me to get you cleaned up Wolvie."

Logan felt reserved and was about to protest until a suspiciously red and black paci found its way into his mouth. The paci quelling the negative thoughts he had Logan looked needily at Wade.

Wade looked at Logan, understanding the need for him. Having calmed down enough, Logan's mind had mellowed out to the idea of being with Wade, and though not entirely open to letting his little side drop, he resigned to let himself be taken care of. Just this once.

[alwaysribbit]

hello deadpool and wolverine agere fandom

[agere-fics]

cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now

pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader

CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them

word count: 0.6k

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you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.

why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?

you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.

you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.

you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.

blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.

"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.

"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."

"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.

"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.

logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.

he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.

"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.

Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.

you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.

daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.

♡

[alittleplaytime]

Caregiver Logan Howlett Stimboard!!

🐾 🍳 🌲 | 🐾 🍳 🌲 | 🐾 🍳 🌲

🌼 media: x-men

🐝 age appropriate? depends! it's rated PG13 due to violence but is quite a fun watch for most ages regardless. check any warnings and remember, it's always okay to turn something off if it isn't for you! <3

🍯 rqd by: @vampire-bat-baby

🌻 note: i love wolverine so much and anybody who requests him has amazing taste!!

wolverine head canons because i love him:

his go to nickname for you is 100% kid. even before he became your caregiver, he's whipping that name out on the regular

playing with and interacting with wild animals whenever it's possible. talking to a deer through the gates of the estate, petting a stray dog in a parking lot, making noises at cows as you drive past them

he does that thing where he stands in front of your seat and pats his leg and you have to raise your leg to rest it on his thigh so he can tie your shoes instead of kneeling down

learning everything you can about wolverines and logan has to tell you whether he shares certain traits with them, like an interview hehe

he diys your first ever paci because he refuses to ask for help and the beads randomly fall off until he eventually gives in and talks to the others about getting one

eggs are a go to food option when he's cooking - he makes a mean omelette

pointing at the hyenas at the zoo and going "papa!" and he just softly responds "not quite, kid."

[plusie]

🐾 - wolverine plushies!!

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

TAG LIST : @saronics

[jestermojis]

animals that are this shape + therian ver . wolverine , ferret , raccoon , skunk . made with aac in mind , can be used elsewhere w// credit .

[purestpup]

X-MEN FAN HI HELLO HI!!!! wagging my tail at you

could i please request anything with wolverine as a caregiver? moodboard, headcanons, anything! he’s my fave xman and one of my fictional cgs :3 tysm!

- @ghostz-nursery

🍎 ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! wolverine moodboard ⋆ ｡˚⋆ 🍎

"Bubs, c'mon now, don't give me that pouty look, not workin this time an' it won't the next time......sigh alright, one more story and it won't be a long one cause one of us needs to be a good pup and go to bed. Now c'mere, gotta tuck you in extra tight before you try and sneak off to play..."

[totallynoteepy]

Wolverine moodboard ⭐️🐺

In celebration of the fact me and my friend are going to see the wolverine and deadpool movie

deadpool version 🖍🐈‍⬛️

[spacecowboyy0]

wolverine dressing up reader in cute onesies like bear onesie or any cute one and carrying the baby around the mansion to get them to sleep he would probably deny being the one to choose their outfit

guilty pleasure

adore this idea so much, i wish i had more ideas about this because i would've loved to write more! ugh logan pleaaaaase!!!

summary: logan gets little!reader the onesie they've been wanting and fluff ensues! some angst because reader is too restless to sleep but then it's soft and cute

notes: charles and erik are there for a sec <3

930 words

Logan's guilty pleasure is you. He loves indulging in your regressed fantasies, coddling you as his kit. He's such a softie for you, and over the years has stopped trying to hide it from others. In public he's not as worried about keeping up his gruff demeanor, rather putting his attention towards you. All in all, he adores you. 

He's seen you eyeing pictures of onesies, particularly a cute brown fuzzy one with bear ears. You save them to your online folder of regression things you like, but then move on. Logan didn’t move on though.

You walk up the stairs, wondering why Logan could’ve called you up to his room. When you get there, he’s on his bed holding a box. 

“Come sit baby.” He pats the spot beside you, and you eagerly sit down. He places the box in your lap. “Open it.” 

You open the box, and see brown fuzz. You look at him curiously, unsure about what’s in front of you. He gives you an encouraging nod, so you lift the item out. It unfolds, and you recognize it to be the bear onesie you’ve been eyeing for weeks. 

Your eyes light up at the sight, and squeal. You bring it to your cheek, rubbing the soft fabric in a soothing manner. “Papa!! How did you know?”

“You’re not that subtle, cub.” He laughs and ruffles your hair. You quickly change into it, excited to show everyone your new present. 

You run down the stairs, and burst into Charles’ office where he and Erik are looking over some documents. At your interruption, they both look up and smile at your infectious energy. 

“Look at what Papa got me!” You spread your arms to fully display the outfit and do a little spin. 

“Very cute sweetheart, you look adorable.” Charles tells you softly. 

“Oh and look!” You spin around again, this time stopping halfway so they can see your little tail. You see Logan leaning against the doorway before you turn back around. 

“You got this for them Logan?” Erik asks, almost teasing but you don’t pick up on it, too distracted by the soft garment against your skin. 

“They really wanted it.” He shrugs. “And I love having a little cub to snuggle with every night.” He pulls you into his chest and pokes your side, making you giggle. 

It’s a rainy day, with too heavy of a downpour for you to have fun in the puddles. You tried, but it was just kind of miserable. So Logan spent his day trying to keep you occupied but it seemed it was just an off day for you. Your mind is under-stimulated and restless. 

Now, it's evening and your brain isn't shutting off. You're squirmy, wiggling in Logan's arms as he carries you to his bedroom. Since it's Friday, he allowed you to stay up past your bedtime, and he knew you wouldn't be asleep on time anyway. 

You had convinced him to let you watch some cartoons for a while, but now you need to sleep. That's what Logan thinks anyway. You think that there's no way you're going to bed right now. Why would you? You're not even tired. 

Logan might have believed that you aren't tired if it weren't for your overtired whining. Anytime he told you to do anything you were groaning about it, turning away from him and stomping your foot. Sleepy dramatics, and he could see right through you.

He sets you down on his bed, and crosses his arms. You look at him with a frustrated expression and a serious pout. 

"Don't wanna sleeeeeep Pa." You complain petulantly. 

"I know, but you got to, kid." You huff and flop backwards, lying on your back. "Brush your teeth, get into your pjs and then see how you feel ok?" Logan tries to compromise. 

You do as he says, although begrudgingly. He tucks you in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. He walks downstairs to the couch, and watches some random show to unwind. It’s only 10 minutes until he hears soft padded footsteps. You round the couch and stand in front of him with your stuffie in hand. 

“I just can’t sleep.” Now you’re frustrated with your body too. Tears glaze over your eyes and blur your vision. He pulls you into his lap, and wipes your tears. 

“Shhhh I know, baby.” He soothes. You lean against him, soaking up the comfort, allowing his words to ease your distress. “How about I put you in your cute little cub onesie?”

You’re carried back up to his room once again and changed into the onesie. It’s soft against your skin and keeps you warm in the cool air. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms so you're tucked against him. 

He walks into the quiet hallway and Logan can hear snoring coming from the rooms he passes them. He rocks you as he moves, and your weight in his arms is comforting for him after a slightly miserable day. He walks up and down the halls until your breathing finally evens out and he feels tired enough himself to sleep as well. He looks down and you’ve got both of your hands loosely gripping his shirt and your pacifier resting in your mouth. The bunny plush on the stomach rises and falls with the movements of your breathing. 

You’re the picture of peace. When he lays you in his bed, and he gets in beside you, the air of peace coming from you lulls him into a deep sleep. 

[deuce-t-agere]

Kiddo Wade and baby Logan

Roro helped Logan write some of his stuff he didn’t know

[agerexmlmboys]

Do you have any HCs for what makes baby Logan happy?

(For all the Whumps I make, I also love to see him happy!)

Food is a big one for him. Jimmy loves to eat anything. But he especially loves camdy and sweets. His Papa/Mama uses it to (bribe)reward him for anything good he does. Though he tends not to be picky with his food, his candy is a different story. He prefers blow pops, nerds(the chewy kind), gummy bears(he hates Haribos! He's an Albanese kind of boy), and pixie sticks.

Jimmy also loves animals! So, taking him to the zoo when he's regressed is a must! He also loves going on hikes with his Papa/Mama. He loves to talk to the animals. He also has shown interest in going to the aquarium but demands his hand be held through all of it.

He's a stuffie collector and squishmallow connoisseur. They're everywhere in his room, and yes, he does know their names by heart. He also likes to have mi i birthday parties for them when their squishdate comes up.

He loves going outside and exploring. He also loves getting dirty and rolling around in the mud. Hence why he always comes home dirty. His caregiver just resigns themselves to the cycle of him getting dirty and then fighting to clean him because seeing Logan smile after playing outside is worth it.

He has a small group of people he likes, whether secretly or not, and he is constantly with them. Charles, Ororo, and Wade have all been recipients of a particular worksheet that finds its way on the fridge or office wall. He also has Victor and Piotr as his big bros. Mainly because he can rough house with them(though Piotr is significantly gentler), and both can carry him.

He also loves affection and physical touch. "You're a good boy!"; "Good job, Jimmy!"; "You're such a brave boy!" and other phrases like them will make him gravitate toward his carer and smile that big toothy smile. He also loves to hug his Papa/Mama. He also loves to be picked up, but most caregivers can not do it, so he accepts it's not a possibility.

Jimmy's hyperfixation is also coloring! The boy loves to do it and he will draw pictures and yes they must be displayed for all to see!

His old man brain still can't understand technology. That being said, know that he loves to watch tv. His current favorite shows are Bluey, Spongebob, and Blue's Clues. His caregiver can put it on for him, and he will be a content baby for hours.

He may not love bedtime, but he loves bedtime stories. He loves fantasy and adventure books. His favorite book so far is Where the Wild Things Are. He just poves that book, and he will ask for it to be read to him.

[x-daycare]

Caregiver Logan moodboard

based on our Wolverine :D this was my first time trying something like this, I hope it came out alright. - Rogue

[agere-fics]

Pretty Kitty

pairing: cg!logan howlett x little!reader

word count: 683

content warnings: cursing, usage of "daddy" and "dada", mean guy judging both you and wolvie

summary: you paint logan's nails!

@sleepyboy-stuff you seemed interested in this so i tagged you!

♡

For years in the making, an after battle nap became routine. He couldn't just nap anywhere, though. It had to be on brown, leather couch in the x-mansion living space. The couch was old, worn, tattered, even blown up a few times. But damn if it didn't lead to the best sleep Logan's had in ages.

He wouldn't consider himself a light sleeper but something definitely triggered his consciousness. Shuffling, movement, soft mumbles. Someone was here.

He groaned and squinted his eyes open, tensing at the blurry figure next to him. He shifted away from it quickly. Who would even dare to- oh.

"Don't move, daddy, you'll mess up my artwork!" you whined.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Logan wasn't under attack. It was simply his sweet little bub kneeling beside the couch, holding his hand and painting red onto the nail of his pinky finger.

"Hey, bub." he muttered.

You turned to look at him with bright, sparkling eyes. You were so happy to see him. "Have a good nap, daddy?"

"You know it." he rumbled.

Your eyes shifted back to your task at hand. You brushed a bit more red onto his pinky finger, trying very hard not to get polish on his skin. Daddy wouldn't care but you knew you would care. It's got to be perfect for daddy!

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Making daddy a pretty kitty." You picked up his limp hand and showed him your work so far. Logan didn't mind the nickname. He liked anything you gifted him.

However, he did quirk his brow at a certain implication. "Wait a minute, I thought you said I was already pretty?" A sliver of a smile poked through his serious facade. He can't actually be serious with you, you're way too cute for him to be all grumpy, wumpy. You've got him tied around your finger and he's a-okay with that.

"Wait but you are, daddy! You are! I'm just uhhhhh...." You looked around the room, aimlessly searching for an answer. "OH, I'm making you even prettier! The mostest prettier ever!"

The sliver of a smile turned into a full grin. He sat up and observed his now painted hand. "What colors did you use?" He wouldn't be your daddy if he didn't test your knowledge just a little bit.

"I used some red and pink and blue, oh and orange, and only a little yellow cause it's basically empty, see?" You turned the bottle upside down and shook it before tossing it to the side. "Do you like your nails, daddy?"

Logan lifted his hand, moving it this way and that. Up, down, left, right, sideways, up ways, down ways, more ways. You patiently waited for his approval with wide eyes. "Of course, I do, pumpkin. It's perfect."

You pulled him closer by his shirt, jutted your lip, lowered your brows, and squinted your eyes. With your other hand you pointed at him very sternly. It took everything in Logan to not coo at your cutely angry expression. Your face was scrunched, just like your daddy does sometimes. "Never take it off, daddy."

"Don't worry," he giggled. "I won't."

"What's happening here?" came a voice.

Mr. Butern... the professor of mutation genetics. When did he get here? "Turning into a pretty little princess, huh, Logan?" he scoffed and began to walk away.

Logan moved quickly and shoved the professor against the wall. His claws came out to play, pricking at the meanie's neck.

"Say another word and I will slice your fucking head off-"

"Daddy, that's a bad word!" you scolded.

Your daddy turned to face you. "Apologies, pumpkin." He turned back round. "Now, you tell my little one how good of a job they did."

The other guy stuttered, shaking so bad he must be a milkshake inside. "You d-did a good j-job."

Daddy dragged him to the tattered couch and shoved him down. "Sit your ass down."

Daddy's face immediately went from angry to mushy mush as he looked at you. "Bub, I think you should give him a makeover, too."

"Right on it, Dada!"

♡

[alittleplaytime]

caregiver wolverine is so big breakfast at a diner during a long road-trip as a person.

[patchedpawz]

Little!Logan 🐾⠀ノ ˚⁎

(literally me)

This is not how I draw at all, but drawing is tiring and burns me out easily so I tried something different while feeling small, so this is gonna be considered my "little" art style and I'll use it to draw things for here :)