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moonyflesh · 4 months ago
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What if Wolverine took you to a hockey game?
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WARNINGS: (not much). no smut- just a playful set of imagines/headcannons — very fluffy and ‘lovey-dovey’ (small kisses and cursing).
CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (‘Wolverine’) - (MARVEL/X-MEN)
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- At first you thought he was joking.
- i mean- can you imagine trying to squeeze his massive frame into one of those tiny, plastic stadium chairs?
- sure you know nothing about the “Calgary Flames”, but supporting the beast either way is entertaining enough as it is—
- (^) literally the worst person to sit around. he’s loud, obnoxious, (big), and curses like there’s no tomorrow.
- “fuckin- can you fuckin’ believe these pieces ‘uh shit? i totally could’ve fuckin’ made that fuckin’ shot. buncha’ bullshit ifya ask me.”
- he’s definitely big on stadium snacks. constantly has to get up and get more food (and beer).
- (^) the bar would 100% have to draw a limit on the amount of beer they can physically sell him.
- probably walks you through the basic rules of ice hockey, and/or the different players, and the fan-favorites.
- little forehead or cheek kisses when he needs to run to go to the bathroom or grab more food.
- one of his arms is slung around your shoulders at all times.
- throughout the game, he’s constantly glancing over at you- reading your facial expressions. are you enjoying yourself? do you know what’s happening? is this entertaining for you, too?
- definitely likes to show you (and your jersey) off.
- (^) forced you to wear a Flames jersey (that’s much to large on you) and is proud of you for “pickin’ the right fuckin’ team”— so what? at least you get his undivided attention.
- puts you on his shoulders so you both have a better chance of getting on the big screen.
- (^) and if you do? jesus, it makes his whole month. the second that camera pans to you two he’s already tongue-deep into your mouth, grinning like an idiot as you try to push him away from embarrassment.
- you totally go to the photo booth and take the most grainy, out-of-focus pictures known to man together in some shitty ice rink backdrop, (to which he insists you look beautiful- and sticks the entirety of the photo into his wallet).
- buys you a shitload of merch, including one of the collectible hockey pucks.
- claims to know some of the players personally (he’s never met any of them outside of the rink).
- distinctly shouts out each player’s first and last names when cheering them on.
- boos the other team, and their fans with zero shame whatsoever.
- the drive home depends on the outcome of the game.
- (^) The Flames lose? he’s not even mad- he’s just disappointed that that was all his team could manage for your first game. he promises to take you to more, though.
- (^) and if they win? he’s already discussing the ticket prices for the next game (if you’re willing to go with him again); excited grins tossed your way here and there as he makes sure you’re paying attention.
@trenchcoathunnybee08 this is dedicated to you! Sorry it took so long to finally get out (in some ways, it’s still a WIP). 🫶🏼
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avocado-writing · 3 months ago
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maybe something like a really comforting hug from logan after a long, tiresome day. or vice versa, giving him a comforting hug after he's had a bad day <3
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when he’s grumpy, you know how to calm him down.
well, he’s always grumpy, on some level. jaw constantly grit so hard it would break a normal man’s teeth, permanent glower on his face. these things you have gotten used to. find endearing, even. you know he’s never directing it at you; no, you have a Logan-proof bubble of affection protecting you at all times.
sometimes though, when he gets home, it’s really bad. usually this comes with muttering under his breath, the words “fuckin’ Wade” being the only ones you’re able to make out. so you grab him a beer, saunter over when he’s sat down on the couch, and spread yourself over his lap. it’s inevitable: he always lets go of some of the tension the second that he feels your body against his.
“I’m sorry he’s an asshole, baby. you could always cut him open a new one. or, actually, no; he’d probably like that wouldn’t he…?”
little things like that make his lip quirk up and the rest of his bad mood starts to leave him. he presses his forehead against yours for a moment, nose to nose, sharing the air between you both.
“you’re the only thing that matters,” he tells you.
a kiss, soft and solid, then you move to wrap yourself around him, nuzzling your face into the hot soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder.
”Logan. you’re my favourite,” you sigh against his pulse, letting your lips linger there in a caress. favourite person, favourite place to be, favourite thing in the whole universe. he knows you mean all of it. you’re his, too.
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fionapplespiano · 5 months ago
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I think the first MCU X-Men team should be the O7 + Storm
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felucians · 3 months ago
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Take a shot everytime Magneto saves the X-men in the MCU X-men movies.
(only if you are above the legal drinking age in your country!!)
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dumbassalex · 1 year ago
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Laura Kinney: a short, queer coded, sometimes covered in blood quiet woman who has an expressive face, hinted to he half-latino
Jenna Ortega: *heavy breathing*
(for anyone asking yes, this is fully inteded as a joke, Laura should be 13-15 when she first appears imo, Jenna would propably be around 30 by the time Laura would appear in the MCU)
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lgspears · 6 months ago
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I nominated Mark Strong, Ralph Fiennes or David Oyelowo as Charles Xavier/Professor X and Daniel Craig, Christoph Waltz or Laz Alonso as Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto in X-Men for the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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residentmiddlechild · 9 months ago
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so they got me again
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trashgyrl · 3 months ago
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a pain slut if i've ever seen one
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jorongbak · 4 months ago
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* Sobbing happily at the beautiful sight of the Wolverine's iconic cowl that's been 24 YEARS overdue. *
They finally put him in the yellow suit and gave him the cowl.
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demifiendrsa · 4 months ago
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Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds celebrates Deadpool & Wolverine Worldwide Box Office Opening Weekend by recreating the "Wolverine Crush" meme.
Hugh Jackman:
Wolverine and Deadpool is the #1 movie in the world. Thank you ALL!
Ryan Reynolds:
I miss Hugh already.
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silverskyeline · 3 months ago
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someone fetch peepaw his robe!!! run him a bath!!!! cook him dinner!!!
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avocado-writing · 3 months ago
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cutman
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turns out I’m gonna keep being horny for hugh jackman. had a crush on him when I was 10 and I guess that hasn’t changed almost 20 years later. anyway here’s a fic where he’s in a cage fight and you’re his cutman xoxo
pairing: wolverine x reader
rating: explicit
cws: blood, injury details, smut (dirty talk, semi-public sex, rough sex)
The bell rings and Logan staggers back to you, the roar of the crowd meaning you have to get close in order to be heard. You grab ahold of his biceps and manoeuvre him into a chair. He goes without complaint, any effort to resist having to be reserved for the actual fight itself. Opposite him, the other guy goes to grab a glass of water and you are once again reminded of his sheer mass; he’s twice Logan’s size and built like a fucking freight train. He catches you watching and hits you with a greasy smile, and you turn in disgust back to your lover. 
“How you holding up, honey?” you ask Logan, quickly glancing him over, getting a grunt in reply as he tries to refocus. He looks pretty bad. Bruising is flowering on his face and there’s a nasty gash on his forehead which is bleeding freely. You know he’ll heal up quick on his own, but you still get to work - pressing the ice-cold enswell to the worst of the spreading purple and dabbing at the blood with an epinephrine-soaked cotton swab. 
You’ve been called the best cutman in the business. This is true, but the fact your primary patient can heal himself up is probably a bit of a bonus too. For Logan, you’re mostly here to soothe; soothe and observe. 
“Okay, you’ve fucking got him, Logan. He’s weak on his left. He keeps trying to lead with his right hand which isn’t his dominant, I think he’s holding back because you’ve fucked his shoulder. If you don’t let him distract you, you can finish him off. You hear me?”
He focuses up at the smell of chemicals, eyes hazily locking in on you. Silhouetted by the grimy lights of this place, his vision not quite sharp yet, you have the hazy glow of a halo around you. An angel sent for him. The closest to heaven he’ll ever be. 
“Yeah,” he mutters, a bloodied hand coming up to caress your face. You smile despite the smear of red he leaves on your cheek with his fingertips, clasping him close. You press a kiss into his palm.
“What did I say, handsome? Stay with me.”
“Don’t let him distract me. Go for his left.”
“Atta boy,” you say with a grin, one which Logan manages to mirror despite still feeling slightly concussed, your praise like a shot of adrenaline. You surge forward to kiss him and he meets you with enthusiasm. He’s drunk on the moment, on the fight, on you. You can taste the copper as your tongue slides against his, the roughness of his beard scraping your cheeks. The crowd cheers leerily but you both ignore it. You and him, that’s all there is, the pinprick of your existence in this vast world. 
“I fucking love you,” he growls against your mouth. You nip at his lower lip, catching it for a second between your teeth in a promise of what’s to come later. 
“Finish this guy off and take me home, Logan. I’ll fucking die if you’re not inside me tonight.”
When you pull back you will be wearing his blood as lipstick, warpaint; a reminder that you belong to each other. 
He snarls, half-feral, and you think he might just take you there in the cage, in front of everyone who’s come to watch him fight. But the bell goes again to signal the start of the final round, and Logan staggers back to his feet instead. 
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He doesn’t even get you home. 
When the fight is won and you’re hoarse from cheering his victory, he drags you into one of the dingy little bathrooms. It’s dark and definitely not soundproofed but the two of you don’t care. You run your tongue along that delicious vein in his bicep, tasting the salt off of his hot skin, and he grips your thighs so hard you know that he will leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. 
“Mark me up, Logan. Let everyone see who I belong to, baby.”
“Fuck, such a dirty little mouth,” he growls, but you can hear the gruff chuckle in there too. He lifts you onto the sink like you weigh nothing, tearing at your belt and jeans so that he can get proper access to you. He’s rock hard, cock straining in his hand as he pulls himself out, and you wonder if he’s been this turned on since before the last round. 
Usually you’d sink to your knees and encourage him to fuck your throat, let him bring you to tears before he made it up to you, but he has no such patience now. He needs to sheathe himself in you, find your tight heat and bury himself there again and again. He’s about to push inside when you grab his forearm. 
He looks up with a glint of worry in his eye. You know, just for a second, that he thinks he’s hurt you. He’d stop if you asked him to, sweet little puppy. Instead you give him another ferocious kiss. 
“I wanna turn around. Wanna watch you fuck me.” You nod to the dirty mirror over the sink and he makes a deep noise of agreement in the back of his throat, manhandling you so you can brace yourself on the porcelain. 
You moan as he fucks inside of you with one vicious push, throwing your head back to reflect the long line of your neck. You see mirrored the dual look of feral desire and total adoration in his face as he fucks you like he’s been challenged to make your legs stop working. Holding on the best you can, you watch his injuries from the fight heal slowly, wounds stitching closed by themselves, bruises receding from purple to brown to nothing at all. It’s that sort of regeneration that makes him beg for you to draw blood when you bite him as you fuck, just to leave the proof on his body a little longer that you’ve been there. That you’ve loved him. 
“Fucking love you, Logan,” you cry out as he slams so hard into you he threatens to break the fucking sink. He leans over and grabs you by the hair, moving your face so that he can kiss you with more teeth and tongue than lips. You love it. 
“Mine,” he chokes. You wrap your little hands round one of his, bloodied and rough. 
“Mine,” you echo back, sinking your teeth in. 
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fionapplespiano · 11 months ago
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Manifesting that with Secret Wars being a soft reboot of the MCU, that there’ll be an opportunity for Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver to be recasted with actors who are actually Romani and that they’ll be Magneto’s mutant children
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nic-coughlan · 2 months ago
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both? both is good.
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laughingh7ena · 2 months ago
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Okay so- I get it why people keep making fun of Hugh Jackaman making that expression n and stuff- I mean the promo pics for x men are so funny it's insane😭😭 but let me tell ya something. HE NAILED IT. He absolutely nailed it
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lgspears · 7 months ago
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I nominated Anna Sawai as Betsy Braddock/Kwannon/Psylocke in X-Men for the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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