#butch wolverine fanfiction

[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.

[cultven]

Butch Wolverine Headcannons

(General Headcannons and X Female! Reader)

This is sooooo indulgent, my mind is just taken over by her… Here are some head cannons I daydreamed up with my pussy 

Warnings: Some very very mild sexual implications

Female! Logan doesn’t shave. Like ever. Due to her animalistic properties, the hair just grows back in a matter of hours, so it’s not worth the upkeep. She occasionally tries her best for special events, but it’s always rendered useless. Plus, she knows you don’t mind anyway, it’s just so much work. 

Bras are her worst enemy. Occasionally she’ll fight in a sports bra, but you will never catch her in one of those frilly Victoria's Secret bras. Unless you ask, of course. Then she’ll gladly drop a small fortune on a cute little bra and underwear set just for you. 

Every month the day before her period her cramps hit her like a truck. Despite her advanced regenerative properties, her uterus seems to be the exception. Seeing her outside her room during this time is an accomplishment as she is practically bedridden. The only way she truly survives these times is due to your care and support. You provide all her favorite foods and offer her numerous heating pads and other soothing ointments. Female! Logan will never admit it, but she absolutely adores being babied by you. 

She is usually the big spoon, scooping you up in her muscular arms. She presses you firmly to her chest and sometimes, if you're lucky, lets you turn around and practically smother yourself in her tits while cuddling. It’s like a small dosage of heaven. Wolverine would pepper small kisses in your hair, smelling your sweet shampoo. 

Other times when she’s feeling particularly soft, she’ll allow you to embrace her from behind, acting as the big spoon. 

Her arm is always around you, no question whatsoever. She’s far from insecure in your relationship, knowing how loyal you are to each other, but she just loves flaunting you to others. This pretty little thing on her hip? Yeah, that’s her girlfriend. Jealous? You should be. At least that’s Female! Logan’s mentality. 

When it’s your turn to cling onto Female! Logan, it’s always onto her arms. You love feeling the hard and soft muscles flex under your fingertips. It always gets you going.

Female! Logan is not a fan of Scott Summers. Not in the slightest. The first time you came around Xavier’s to meet the other mutants he was instantly intrigued by you. Some light conversation led to flirting on his part. Usually, he’s smart enough not to mess with Female! Logan, but he hadn’t assumed the two of you were dating until he got a swift punch right along his jawline. From then on Female! Logan has assured you were never left alone in a room with Summers for longer than thirty seconds. 

Instead of adopting regular Logan’s alcoholism, Female! Logan tends to stay more on the side of smoking. Hand her a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds and she’ll reward you that night. ;)

Admittedly, she doesn’t smell great. It could be worse, but hygiene is not one of her top concerns. Every year as one of the smaller gifts you give her is a bottle of Bath & Body Works body washes, and every year you end up just using it yourself. She believes taking brisk showers is most effective, she doesn’t have time to slather herself in expensive products. You always wonder how her hair stays so fluffy. You suppose it’s just natural.

Speaking of her hair, you are OBSESSED. She has a short layered wolf cut with the classic ear tufts, which you’re pretty sure are natural since you never see her style them. If you’re ever having a rough night just pet and play with your girlfriend’s hair for a few minutes and you’re out like a baby. Sometimes you think she has you under a magical spell. 

Backtracking to showering, you end up showering together a lot. Female! Logan always happens to need to shower at the same time you do, but you know it’s her way of asking if she could join. Of course, the answer is always yes. Her mentality of quick showers immediately goes out the window when she watches you strip down and stand under the running water. The shower wasn’t the only thing wet at that moment.

After your extracurricular activities in the shower, the aftercare is always sweet and loving. Hot water falls over both your bodies as you rub each other's skin with soap lovingly. You scrub the shampoo into her scalp, she exfoliates your legs. Once you’re both done you immediately get into your pajamas and cuddle under a nice blanket, watching something until you’re both soundly asleep. 

Everyone at the mansion thinks you guys are so cute. They constantly tease Female! Logan for being able to snag such a positive, sunshiny girlfriend. She typically shrugs them off with a mean glare and a snarky comment back, but deep down she knows she’s truly lucky to have found someone as accepting and loving as you. Sometimes she doesn’t feel she’s worth the hassle, but you always find a way to reassure her. 

It takes a few years for Female! Logan to propose, mostly because of her insecurities as a mutant, but when she does you are instantly in shambles, bawling out your acceptance. 

Female! Logan never thought she would get married, especially not to a regular human. She never thought humans could ever fully understand and accept a mutant the way that you do. Additionally, she fears her lifestyle will get you hurt, something that haunts her nightmares. But after seeing your beautiful bright smile after she popped the question there was no doubt in her mind she needed you as her wife. 

A big wedding was never what either of you wanted. If she was being honest, Female! Logan would have been happy with just eloping, but you wanted to do something small and she could never say no to you. 

On a warm day in spring, the two of you finally wed, the other residents of the mansion applauding the two of you. It was a small crowd, only a few select friends, but it couldn’t have felt more perfect for the two of you. 

a/n: I could easily write more. Someone please request a oneshot with her (and also name ideas, I don’t want to keep referring to her as Female! Logan. I’m not sure if there is already an agreed-upon name for her.)

[lunarian-hare]

Butch!Logan is perfectly aware of the fact that you can protect yourself. She’s seen you fight countless times, knows you manage to stand your ground pretty well and doesn’t intervene unless you really do need help — it’s an unspoken rule in your relationship (no matter which stage it’s at), she will never treat you as a kid and the last thing she wants is to make you feel like she does not have faith in what you can do.

However, Logan still does get protective, perhaps even unconsciously. If you’re in a car or in the jet, her arm will be shielding your chest as soon as you come across a bump or the vehicle makes a sudden turn (and keep in mind, seatbelts exist. Is the gesture still appreciated? Of course).

During a fight she quickly glances at you to see how you’re doing, and she will pierce anyone who tries to surprise you from behind or from a hidden place like a skewer. You’re left wondering who trained those people if they can’t even manage to make a sneak attack.

Logan will scare off anyone who dares get too close to you if they do not seem to have good intentions, and even if you know how to respond to creeps — and throw a punch straight to their jaw if they do not back off after a couple warnings — her icy glare seems to have the same effect as Cyclops’ optic blasts.

In conclusion, Logan trusts and respects you and lets you do your thing, but you can still benefit from a scary dog privilege once in a while. And you kind of like that.

[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 🖤❤️💙💛

[mayorsquid]

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

[whatever-imagines]

butch wolverine hasn’t left my brain ever since i saw a very specific fanart of her, i keep having ungodly thoughts about her and i’m absolutely obsessed with the way you write 😭 the teasing and praising, the way she calls the reader ‘princess’ and the thought of waking up next to her, coming to the realization of what happened the night before… yeah, thank you for your service <3

Thank you for the wonderful compliment! When I saw the popularity (and raw sex appeal) of butch Wolverine, I was so surprised not to see any fanfiction of her! What a tragedy! So I guess I took it upon myself to right that wrong.

Here’s my fave fan art of Logan, as a treat, depicted by @drizzledrawings this is who I envision when I write

[hondafuckingodyssey]

My tiktok showed me a video of a woman competing in timbersports (you know, like lumberjack competitions) and now I would like to humbly request art of butch wolverine, Lola Howlett, competing in timbersports in some little podunk town in Canada.

Like, there could be a whole fanfiction there but I'm too distracted looking at her biceps to figure out what that would be.

[dyke-wolverine]

Obligatory Intro Post

I make one of these every time I start a new blog, so here goes:

I'm Marley. I'm 18 years old and I identify as a butch dyke, or butch lesbian. My pronouns are she/her.

I love fandom and I've been in several over the years. Some fandom stuff I like:

Wolverine, X-Men, Deadpool, Deadloch The Owl House, House MD, Scrubs, The Rookie, The Avengers, Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase, Good Omens, twenty one pilots, boygenius, Harry Potter, Marauders, TommyInnit, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, CallMeKevin, The Sims, Minecraft

Some other, non fandom stuff I like:

Space, mushrooms, dogs, computer science, foreign languages, basically every animal, acting, writing, fanfiction, and of course, WOMEN!!

Disclaimer, because I'm sure it'll come up: I enjoy some aspects of the Harry Potter series but I am not in support of JK Rowling. I also don't support Wilbur Soot

I don't have a DNI because I don't really think they work but I do block pretty freely. I'm also not going to engage in discourse

[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!)

[cultven]

GUYS EMERGENCY!

I AM WRITING FOR BUTCH LESBIAN WOLVERINE BUT HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO CALL HER?? Ik Logan is a gender neutral name but I feel I should change it for the genderswap version. Or not?? Please guys let me know I'm genuinely wracking my brain over this.

[cultven]

Butch Wolverine one shot ^^? :

SOON!! MARK MY WORDS!! I just have to do this little thing called moving into college first ugh