#butch wolverine fanfic

[bouncybongfairy]

Everything & The Kitchen Sink

Butch Wolverine x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Logan promised to come home early from the bar after her shift. You make dinner and get ready only for her to come home late and drunk. This some how leads to the two of you tribbing on the counter.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Fingering, Tribbing, Nipple Play, Squirting

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

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You were cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. Logan was supposed to be home over an hour ago, she was working as a bouncer at a local bar. She promised you she’d come straight from work, you’d spent all day preparing for just that. Cleaning the entire apartment, did all the laundry, made dinner, ect. Took a long shower, exfoliated and moisturized. You already wrapped her plate up and stored it in the microwave. Preoccupying yourself by watching TV until you fall asleep. 

Logan carefully unlocked the door and saw you laying so still and statuesque. In comparison to what she sees at the bar all day you truly looked like an angel. The light of the television casting on you like you were glowing. She was past tipsy but not staggering or anything, she liked seeing how peaceful you were; knowing that once you woke up it’d be a completely different story. She opened the microwave and started salivating, it was her favorite. Baked potato with sour cream and chives, corn on the cob, two slabs of steak cooked medium rare, grilled shrimps and roasted carrots. 

It looked so amazing she didn’t bother heating it back up. Stuffing her face, only using utensils when she had too. She hadn’t eaten anything before or during work and drank on an empty stomach. It was like the plate was fucking glowing. Lighting the cigar she had tucked behind her ear. Too drunk to care that she was sparking up inside. She came over to you and ran her finger along your bare thigh. Wearing her tee shirt and the band of your panties peeking out. 

“Mmhm, you’re so soft,” she grumbled to herself, letting her calloused hand run up and down your skin. Stirring you awake and gently letting her body fall on top of yours. You were starting to stir awake, remembering how late Logan was. You push against her shoulders but she doesn’t care. Continuing to kiss your neck and grope your chest. The liquor and burnt smell of the cigar coming from her breath only reminded you of her loyalty to the bar. 

“You’re late,” you huffed, sitting up and trying to get out of her grip.

“Was a late night baby,” she mumbled.

“And you're drunk,” you said, successfully wiggling out of her grip. Picking up the coat she let drop on the floor when coming home. Logan took this opportunity to grip your hips and thrust herself against you. 

“So?” she laughed, pulling at the waistband of your panties and letting them snap against your skin. Entertained by how you jumped and squealed when the elastic hit you.

“I waited for a long time… I was all excited and you left me waiting..” you trail off. It sober her up a bit, knowing that you had waited for her while she lollygagged at the bar. Logan didn’t realize how much her company meant to you. Probably due to her own insecurity but she missed seeing the way she undervalued herself was affecting you. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her chest. 

“I should have come right home. I’m sorry,” she said, kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s okay, I know you have a lot going on. Just promise for next time,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I’m glad you ate,” you said, noticing her dishes on the counter. 

Logan wasn’t paying attention anymore, now completely focused on running her hands down your body. She couldn’t get your smell out of her nose and it was starting to affect her self control. You were oblivious to how worked up she was becoming, Instead being off in your own little world. As much as you hated her cigar habit, the smell was somewhat comforting now as much as you complained about it. Sometimes you’d avoid washing the smoke smell off hoodies and pillow cases. You moved your hands up to her hair, brushing the loose stands out of her face. Eventually running your nails down her arms, you could feel the goosebumps form; her body hair standing somewhat making you giggle. 

She was breathing hard, especially when you looked up at her. Big doe-eyes staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering and hair messy from your nap. Logan smashed her mouth against yours, bringing her hands up to cup your face. Pressing herself against you, pinning your body to the kitchen island. Her thumbs rubbing your face as you work your tongues together. It was sloppy and getting more heated by the minute. She grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. Her eyes damn near boggling while watching the recoil of your breast from being sat down so hard. 

She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing your chest. Seeing her so animalistic and feral was making your stomach feel inflamed. A deep blush covering your face and neck while wetness starts to drip down your folds; Logan herself felt a heartbeat in her jeans. Your noses were pressed together and you could smell the whiskey on her breath. Normally it would bother you but it was undeniable that when Logan was drunk she didn’t hold back during sex. Normally she was more gentle, enjoying giving you pleasure. The liquor made her more brutish and unfiltered and it was so fucking hot. 

Hearing all the filth that slipped past her lips that normally went unheard due to her shyness. Using her strength against you, biting down on your soft skin with brutal force. Logan pecked your lips before moving down to your chest. Taking one of your nipples into her mouth and starts sucking and flicking her tongue. You ran your fingers through her hair and moaned loudly. Arching your back and balling your fists up in her hair. Your legs immediately begin to tremble from the pleasure. So sensitive from the anticipation that has been building in your belly all day. Resting your lips on the top of her head while groaning and whimpering into her hair. She pulled your panties to the side and used her middle finger to feel around your folds. 

Smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing two fingers into your entrance. She was completely zoned out, having your tit in her mouth while curling and pumping her fingers in and out of you. Any time she nips at the senstative bud you tighten yourself around her fingers; only encouraging her to do it more. Your walls felt so velvety against her digits. She broke out of her daze and pulled away from you slightly to see your face and God what a sight it was. You were completely red in the face, practically panting trying to catch your breath. 

Eyebrows furrowed and nipples puffy and swollen; a light from above the kitchen island shining down on you. Making your chest glisten from the saliva covering your breast. You pulled her onto the counter to join you and started tugging at her jeans, which she quickly took off. Laying her back against the cold tile of the island. Before climbing on top of her, you sink your tongue between her folds. Spitting and flicking your tongue around, looking up to see Logan on her elbows. Cursing and sputtering while pushing herself against your mouth. Getting a little too excited you reach up and try grabbing at her chest. She snatches your wrists and pulls you towards her; now straddling her, you knees on either side of her hips.

 “I’m not that drunk,” she huffs and starts gripping your hips, prompting you to start grinding your hips. 

Now rubbing each other's sexes together, your wet folds sliding between one another. The tile was hurting your knees a bit but it didn’t stop you from quickening your pace. Finding the perfect rhythm, your clits continuously brushing against each other. Logan was arching her hips up, positioning herself so she could watch you ride her. Sitting up on her elbows and watching your tits bounce, saliva dripping onto her stomach. Too pussy-drunk to care if you were drooling or not.

“I’m cumming…” you groan out, taking her off guard.

Grabbing two handfuls of Logan's hair and pinning her fisting to the counter below you two. Your fists on either side of her head while riding out your orgasm. Squirting without stopping grinding your hips, causing the wetness to spread and spalsh all over Logan’s stomach. She immediately cums from watching you unraveling into a squirting fucked out mess. Digging her nails into your hips while thrusting her hips up, trying to get closer to you. Crying out, so overstimulated and jerking your hips forward. You collapsed on her chest, not giving a fuck about sleeping in your own wetness. Logan was too drunk to care, using the tee shirt to cover you like a blanket and falling asleep with you on her chest.

[notesappwitch]

it’s alright to just admit that i’m the fantasy (you’re obsessing, just confess it cause it’s obvious)

Deadpool/Butch!Wolverine• explicit • 7224 words

Logan will hate-fuck Wade into silence and submission in every universe, even and especially when she is butch.

read on ao3 🖤❤️💙💛

[rainbowskittle]

Tagged by: @speaknowbuckley , thank youu!

Last Song Listened To: do all my friends hate me? By McKenna Grace

Favorite Color: Forest Green or any shade of blue.

Currently Reading: Job searching. Other then haven’t wanted to read. Here there I’ll read fanfics at ‘bed time’. Aka when I should sleep but to clear my head from looking at jobs all day.

Currently Watching: Agatha All Along

Last Movie I Watched: Deadpool and Wolverine

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Deepens on the day but currently sweet.

Relationship Status: Hahahhahahahah. Single.

Current Obsession: Not current but forever Supernatural, 9-1-1 tv show, cat memes, finding new music.. etc I’m blanking.

Tea or Coffee: Hahahah don’t like either but do like green tea aka matcha if have to pick a tea to drink. I love the smell of coffee but not fan of the flavor.

The Last Thing I Googled: Other than jobs like everyday so much so even had dream I was job hunting.. but uh other than that? Zodiac identity found? (After I watched the YouTuber ‘Kall Me Kris’ shared a Tik Toker says his grandfather was the Zodiac.)

Tag: @coldbrewqueer @haceleyes @making-the-most-0f-it @aribeexx @acetrainerjen @girlswithguns22magnum @daffi-990 @fyideanisbi @fuckinnproblems @re-bec-ca-ann @imadreamysoul @im-real-not-perfect-deal-with-it @indigeum / anyone who wants to / if tagged don’t have to if don’t want to.

[sparrowsh4rk]

butch wolverine this, butch wolverine that.

WHERE is butch SABRETOOTH?? Don't get me wrong, I love every fem Logan I find. but WHERE is my fem Victor?? fanfic writers and artists I BEG of you to hear my plea

[cultven]

i need butch lesbian logan to save me holy shit once i’m done with the fanfics i have lined up i am 100% writing 5 one shots dedicated to her so if anyone has some good lesbian wolverine head cannons PLEASE SHARE!! (i just want to daydream her as my wife)

[whatever-imagines]

Thought of an angsty concept of butch wolverine after the events of days of future past where she doesn’t know/remember the reader due to the past being rewritten. Thoughts or expansions on this?? 🫡 also! Loveee your writing and am forever grateful you’re carrying the butch wolverine fanfics!!

Since it was Logan who went back in time in DoFP; I think it’d be reader who wouldn’t remember Logan.

And Logan would be devastated. The whole reason she went back was to ensure a safe life for you, and you don’t even know who she is. Logan is saddled with loving memories you two no longer share, memories that never existed for you in the first place.

So she doubles her efforts to woo you. She did it once, she can do it again. She tries to cast aside your old life together and focuses on the new one, making new memories. You’re still you, she’s still her, and if you fell in love once it could, and if Logan has anything to say about it, it will happen again.

[mayorsquid]

so where’s the butch wolverine fanfic at? asking for a friend 👁️

[skeleheartz]

Please someone give me a butch wolverine x reader fanfic or one shot I am on my KNEEESSSSS PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE

[the-everqueen]

0001 - sandman, unpopular opinion,; 0002 - gabby/pierce, thoughts; 0003 - Donald Pierce, unpopular opinion

sandman - unpopular opinion the show should NOT alter the comix ending. also hob gadling should not get shoehorned into a "bigger role" in subsequent seasons. i live in terror of what changes s2 is making to the comix canon as we speak...totally understand combining minor character arcs for coherence/time, obviously an advocate for More Nonwhite Representation, definitely think that there needs to be sensitivity and nuance with regard to things that did not age well. but as i've said before, i'm...nervous...about the neilman's ongoing engagement with fandom.

send me a ship - gabby/pierce when i started shipping it: a few months ago, once i'd actually seen the movie.

my thoughts: i'm obsessed with them. fascinating how much respect Pierce afforded Gabby. them both being absolute comix nerds?? love that the two heads of major sectors of Rice's x-23 operation were major fans of the Wolverine, that seems like the kind of thing one should screen for in the interviews if your goal is mutant child soldiers.

what makes me happy about them: i really think Gabby would be SUCH a good dog owner for Pierce. i like thinking about her redirecting all his smarts into something productive (for both of them), i like imagining the What Could Have Been if they hadn't ended up as ideological opposites - she's the one who takes action for what she believes is right, he's the one who takes action and desperately wants to justify it as right. them both being obsessed with the Wolverine! i like imagining them getting wine drunk and bitching at each other over which of them Logan would go for.

what makes me sad about them: canon, obvs. that we don't get to see more of their interactions. that Gabby gets elided into the implication of her death, and Pierce plays it as a morbid joke to Logan.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: ain't enough fic of them!

things that i look for in fic: Them.

my kinks: CLEARLY some level of pet play. let Gabby put a collar on that man! like all bhol characters, i think Pierce needs a clear sense of being owned to feel fulfilled. also this lets us play with the whole "owing" her thing, whether it's a post-canon where they both somehow survived or her pulling him out of A-T before it's too late. we looooooooove uneven power dynamics. also toward that end, orgasm denial (for Pierce), some kind of TPE, making him beg.

who i'd be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other: man, i'm too poly to have an OTP in any fandom. obviously they should get to fuck Logan.

my happily ever after for them: ideally the movie ends when Pierce gets into Logan's car like a creep: Logan just drives him to Gabriella and Laura and then all of them make a run for Canada. alternatively, i have a fond spot for an au where Gabby rescues Pierce instead of Laura.

send me a character, unpopular opinion - donald pierce ...are there unpopular opinions about Pierce? like, we all agree this dude is a piece of shit and his neck tattoo is stupid as hell. some of us just ALSO think he's fascinating as a character. i think his butch lesbian style is kinda cute.

[crunadh]

Thank you so much for the tag @the-butch-of-blaviken! That's a wonderful game because I love talking about my WIPs and my writing!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs

I didn't even realize how many WIPs I have before I checked, especially if you also count the files where I only have one vague idea and one sentence!

So, here we go:

The Road Not Taken: The fic I'm writing for the Witcher Secret Santa gift exchange. Pre-Slash Emhyr var Emreis x Geralt of Rivia as of now.

Fanfic: This was the first story I started when I began to write again earlier this year and I've never claimed that I'm good at doing working titles. It's an Emhyr var Emreis x Geralt of Rivia story, but focused on the relationship between Emhyr and Ciri. It mainly deals with the question what would happen if Geralt hadn't lied to Emhyr and told him that Ciri had died. It'll be the prequel to "Dark Metinna", since it's set in the same headcanon/universe.

Sequel: Another great working title, isn't it? Mainly it's supposed to be the sequel to "Fanfic" where Ciri builds up her new reign and makes some necessary changes. Supposed to feature Iorveth, Roche, the Hansa and maybe an OC of mine.

Emhyr concussion: Does what it says on the tin, and nothing much more so far.

Cherik Fic: This idea ventures into a new fandom: X-Men! I decided to steal an idea from The Old Guard and take advantage of Wolverine being almost immortal. Haven't researched anything yet, so no idea if this will ever work out.

Tagging @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @frances-the-red @traumschwinge @andordean @eskelchopchop

[bouncybongfairy]

Is Water Wet?

👇🏻(im not sure but i know who is)👇🏻

Butch Wolverine x Butch Deadpool Smut

Summary: After Wade and Logan win and underground boxing match they go out for drinks to celebrate. Wade gets a little too friendly with the bartender. Things get heated while washing the tramps scent off Wade.

Word Count: 1.0k+

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

TW: Fingering, Shower Sex, Scent Kink, Jealousy

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“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“Maybe we won because you bribed a bottle girl,” she scoffed, slouching back in her seat and ashing her cigar out the window. 

“Oh my god are you fucking kidding me? What do- you honestly think that low of me?” She said, adjusting how she was sitting to face the driver's side.

“No, but I do think about other people’s intentions when they fuck with you. It was obvious that she was coming on to you and I expect you not to entertain shit like that!” Logan said, roughly switching gears. 

“You’re acting like I was flirting with her or some shit, I was just being friendly. She was severing me, was I supposed to treat her like trash? If I didn’t interact with every person who found me attractive my vocal cords would atrophy!” She said, grabbing her bag and storming out of the car after Logan parked. 

Logan followed, slamming the door while getting out. Wade was a few feet in front of her and once again she caught that fucking scent again. Cheap perfume and Marlboro cigarettes; fuck, it was choaking her out. Maybe it was because she was intoxicated herself but it was really starting to get to her. Watching her mad little walk, swaying her hips and walking faster than usual. Logan had to fight back the primal urge of chasing her.

Like her brain was becoming foggier by the second. Her heart was racing and her chest wasn’t the only place she could feel it. Claws slowly starting to inch out, having to shake her hands to get them retracted. Wade came into the apartment first and set her bag on the carpet. Logan came in behind and grabbed her by the waist. Walking both of them into the bathroom; ignoring her confused protests and complaints.

Cutting on the hot water and practically ripping the shower curtain off the pole. Treating Wade’s clothes with the same disposable mindset and cutting through them; making everything easier to pull off. Logan hated that she was so insecure about her skin being scared. Especially when her skin is so soft and silky. She lifted Wade into the shower, not bothering to take her own clothes off before stepping in herself. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Wade screamed, tired of being ignored. 

“I can’t stand that cunt’s smell on you,” Logan finally admitted. 

This left Wade feeling speechless, looking into her wild eyes as she ran her hands over her body. Still fully clothed and letting the water soak down herself. At first her hands were frantically rubbing the smell off her arms. It saddened Wade to see how upset and jealous she’d actually made her. Brought a guilty feeling into her heart for egging her on in the car. She slowly started taking off Logan's clothes. Stripping down to nothing and embracing her; pushing all her wet hair from her face. 

“You’re so cute I love you and I’m sorry,” Wade said, pressing kisses into her cheek. 

“I didn’t like it…” she said, looking down at her.

Logan connected their lips together, pulling her as close as possible against her body. The water rushed down from the facet making the kiss sloppy. Their lips sliding together while their tongues fought for dominance. Logan grabbed the back of her knee and used her body to back her up against the wall. Wade arched her back and hissed feeling the cold wet tile against her bare skin. Logan was pressing her weight against Wade, her free leg was on its tippy toes.

Giving her little to no stability or control. Without wasting any time, she began to trace her finger along her slit. Letting out a grunt when feeling how wet she was. Her sex completely swollen and exposed; just fucking begging to be played with. Dipping her middle finger inside, loving how her silky walls immediately tightened around them. Instead of beginning to pump her fingers in and out, she starts curling and spreading. Burying her digits knuckle deep into her leaking pussy.

Wade was whining and groaning from pleasure, pressing her open mouth against Logan’s shoulder. Trying to buck her hips up against her fingers. Her own sex was throbbing, she couldn’t get enough of teasing Wade. Getting her at the limit of hot and bothered but not enough to fully ignite. Pushing her to the point of incoherently rambling about how bad she needed her. She was now fully pounding into her entrance, kissing her neck while she fell apart. 

“Please let me finger you all night,” Logan growled in her ear.

She couldn’t stop her hips from involuntarily bucking up. Rutting pointlessly into the side of her body, watching her facial expressions twist from pleasure. She was feeling so overwhelmed and intoxicated by Wade she wanted to cry in frustration. Like she had so much love and attraction for her that it could spill over in so many different emotions; lust, jealousy, protectiveness, euphoria, vulnerability. Even though she could barely focus on anything while being finger fucked, Wade was running her hands all over Logan. Brushing the hair and water out of her face, raking her nails down her back. 

She runs her index finger over Logan’s bottom lip before pushing it inside. The water was running down her face, keeping her eyes shut but she eagerly started sucking and biting at her finger. This sent Wade over the edge; making her hips start to frantically thrust against her hand. Repeating ‘im gonna cum’ over and over again in between gasps and moans. 

Shivering as she came from a mixture of the now cold water on her and the pure ecstasy she was feeling; pussy convulsing and pulsating around her fingers. Practically mewling while digging her nails into her back. Riding out her climax, letting her body fall against Logan’s after she was done. She let her knee go allowing her to stand; her legs immediately buckled which did nothing but flatter Logan. Wrapping her in a towel before making their way to the bedroom for the night.

🌸 A|N 🌸

(I know I used the same pronouns for both of them a lot. I tried to use their names as much as I could to distinguish who was doing what action. Sorry, i'll work on that moving forward; thanks for reading!)

[mymelancholiesblues]

002 CloTi or Matt/Elektra

Why not both, hahah?! I’ll do both.

CloTi

– When I started shipping them: Around 8 years old as well. My dad used to rent SNES and N64 cartridges and PS1 discs in a local video rental store – this is how I got to play RE2 OG in N64 (and started shipping Aeon) and FFVII. That part where Cloud and Tifa are submerged in the Lifestream and she enters his subconscious, finally being able to restore his true memories and, with that, his identity, is such a powerful moment – I couldn’t just shrug it off ever since;

– My thoughts: Other than the fact that the LTD ever (and still) being a thing both baffles and bothers me a lot, I think their relationship is one of the most organic and thoroughly developed narratives I got to see in fiction. Oh, and “Do You” by Carina Round totally is my aesthetic song for them (from Cloud’s pov);

– What makes me happy about them: Well, first and foremost, I love the whole background of Cloud being in love with Tifa since forever basically, and that everything he did as a child and then a pre-teen/teen had, amongst other things, the clear objective of getting her attention. I also love the angst that surrounds them prior to the conclusion of FFVII:AC/C: the circumstances never making it easier for them, the timing is always off somehow (but despite that, they still yearn for and are very much devoted to each other);

– What makes me sad about them: Many aspects of their plot together: Cloud never feeling quite worthy – scarred and traumatized by witnessing her falling the bridge without being able to prevent it and then her father blaming him for the accident –, Tifa not feeling comfortable to open up about her feelings because now the guy is, in some ways, a stranger. Their hiccups in OtWtaS:CoT and FFVII:AC/C;

– Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Out of Character Cloud very much influenced by his FFVII:AC/C development – Cloud’s entire personality is reduced to his depression and mental health issues, and Out of Character Tifa being pushy and clingy in response to it. Lack of depth in their dynamics, authors failing to recognize that the night under the Highwind represented an upgrade in their intimacy and overall relationship – I hate reading those ones where the writer really wants to convince me that these two people who have been in love with each other for pretty much their entire lives and now live together raising two kids still haven’t kissed or touched in any way;

– Things I look for in fanfic: Soft and mellow CloTi. With Cloud being all supportive and understanding, and Tifa feeling encouraged and comfortable with him. My favorites examples are: “Family” by KevehKins, “To Remember Home By” by sister_coyote and “Ostinato” by soloplayersab;

– My wishlist: The FFVII Compilation already delivered all I could’ve asked for their relationship, so now my expectations are set high for what the Remake has in store for them. I hope Nojima, Kitase and Nomura are faithful to the source material and keep Cloud/Tifa organically written;

– Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: CloTi (together with Aeon, HitsuHina and Polivia – my OTPs for life) is one of the cases that I can’t accept any other romantic outcome for one or the other. They’ve known each other so deeply (Tifa has literally seen his subconscious and helped him remember whom he truly was), for so long – as well as being together through thick and thin – that no one can persuade me that they aren’t soulmates;

– My happily ever after for them: I can safely say that they had their happily ever after (they’re living with each other, they’re happy now that Geostigma don’t plague their lives any longer, they raise two kids together, etc.).

Matt/Elektra

– When I started shipping them: By the age of six years old. My father was a great Comics enthusiast (still is) and his favourite Marvel characters were Spider-man, the Silver Surfer and Daredevil. Whenever he told me about them he would always make sure to say that Elektra was the love of Matt’s life, hahahaha;

– My thoughts: Matt and Elektra probably shaped what I would look for in ships for the rest of my life. Much of the angst and circumstances that encompasses their relationship marked me;

– What makes me happy about them: I think that there are two quotes that sums it up for me: “Their time together was like a sentence left unfinished. Now, they half expect to bump into each other again every time they go out and they both feel a tiny jab of disappointment everytime they don’t.” and “First love, first everything.” (both from ELEKTRA VOL 1, #11) since they explicit in text just how much they loved each other and how their time together was the happiest they were in their lives;

– What makes me sad about them: That life didn’t allow them to be together even though that’s all they ever wanted, also: “It was as if God had given me twelve months of joy to prepare me for all the horror to come.” (from ELEKTRA LIVES AGAIN);

– Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Since we’re at it and Netflix’s Daredevil would enter that sort of conversation topic - being an adaptation of the original source and all – I hate when writers butch and distort Elektra’s characterization. She’s not a psychopath, she never wanted to “corrupt” Matt, she actually left Matt and the U.S. when she got heartbroken by life and cynical to the world;

– Things I look for in fanfic: I never went after fanfics for them since I think there’s plenty of official sources to enjoy substantial material that provides various facets of their relationship;

– My wishlist: I would very much enjoy a “What If” where Elektra’s father wasn’t killed and they married, had a daughter, etc. “Somewhere where a woman named Elektra is still alive… and a man named Matthew Murdock is happy.”

– Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’m fond of Matt’s relationship with Natasha and with Felicia, but I don’t think Matt will “end up” with neither. I think Kirsten McDuffie made him very happy and that’s all I wish for Matt, the guy certainly deserves it. As for Elektra, well, I think Logan spoke my mind when he said “[…] But Elektra’s only been in love once, and true love never dies.” in WOLVERINE VOL 3, #32;

– My happily ever after for them: Oh, in an ideal world, Matt and Elektra would find their way back to each other in spite of life circumstances never allowing them to, and they’d stay. Together. So they wouldn’t regret it ever again (not staying).