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The boys as that one Harley and Joker comic cover because I needed another excuse to draw Wade in a dress
#logan howlett#deadpool#poolverine#wade wilson#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#deadclaws#deadpool x wolverine#logan wolverine#Wade in a dress#again#it will happen again#patch Logan#I can only draw him with dolled up Wade#it just feels right
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ok that’s hot
#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#logan howlett#deadpool 3#deadpool#hugh jackman#poolverine#wade wilson#ryan reynolds#patch Logan
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I love how you write call girl Wade and having her as gender fluid, honestly I live for a gender ambiguous take on him, it scratches the brain PERFECTLY
And Logan would be obsessed
Just constantly having Wade in his lap, not letting her get more than an arms reach away unless absolutely necessary for their little scams
Girl why you always in my inbox as anonymous.
Were friends. How am I supposed to tag you in cool posts if I dont know who you are.
I do like genderfluid wade and ive been messing around with them for a bit. Wade is literally the "I think im gender fluid but theres a gunfight going on 24/7 so idc about that rn"
So if logan were to genuinely ask, gently bring it up, Hed probably joke at first like wym haha im not a girl and logan would just blink and be like "Just be who you want to be" and suddenly- He's at a dress shop, sitting outside the dressing room awkwardly making eyecontact with the employees who walk by to see him holding 18 different dresses.
"Sir you cant smoke in here"
"You want me to put it out on your forehead?"
When wade comes out theyre in this really pretty kind of pinup dress. "What do you think!?"
Logan sighs, puts it out on his boot and smiles fondly. "Well arnt you gonna spin around?"
So he does and then giggles. "It has pockets!"
So he looks up to the clerk like "What other colours you have of that?"
Wanda has all sorts of dresses now but her signature for gamble nights is a short sparkly one almost similar to sabrina carpenters and a garter with prada heels.
Even pearls. Real pearls to match what ever colour suit logan is wearing. A small "dibs" on her at all times.
By definition Call girl means a sex worker who works by appointment only rather then standing the streets or working for a "any time" brothel.
Sometimes tables get suspicious.
"Whos the girl?"
"Ahh nutin. Just a call girl."
"You pay'er to walk around witcha or smth?"
"Something like that. I play better if I have someone pretty to look at instead of ya ugly mugs."
Pretty much, anyone who makes an appointment dies. Mainly because thats her profession. To butter up her targets, take'em home and then takem out in body bags. Since call girls are "higher class" then regular prostitutes they often have protection with cartel or mafia, especially in this particular setting.
So yeah, sometimes Logan has to grit his teeth and play pimp. "Sell" Wanda off to a sorry sap but it makes him so happy to know she just comes back home and fucks him silly to soothe his jealousy. Its a rush lifestyle. Always on the go, always having the adrenaline of winning or the endorphins of flirting, leading them on, the relief that rushes down wandas back when she finally gets to kill them.
Its a great little scheme they have going on here but sometimes theres more trouble then they bargin for or sometimes one of the players will call wanda ugly and it sets Logan off and sends wade into a hysterical session of tears and refusing to let anyone see them for awhile without any make up on. It pisses patch off a lot actually because he works hard to make sure she feels pretty at all times, even telling her how pretty she is while holding her hair back and their head in the toilet. Cancer is not any kinder to them in this au but at the end of the day if Wanda can make everyone in this room want a piece of his ass while said ass is sitting on Patches lap? Theyre happy.
#patch logan#patches#call girl wade#the gambler#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool 3#deadclaws#wolverine#gambler au
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Treated myself to the Deadpool and Wolverine artbook (my bank account is screaming) sooo i thought id share some of the Logan pieces making me absolutely feral rn..
Both Patch and Oldman Logan have me barking like a dog i want him sosososo bad
#carbonrambles#the quality is so bad#im so sorry but still#Had to share#logan howlett#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#x men wolverine#old logan#patch logan#logan wolverine#old man logan
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Been alittlewhile but the homo grind never stops ‼️‼️
#working on a patch x wade mini comic and maybe fic but idk yet….#been SUPER sick the last week hopefully it’ll get better :((#back in base so I’ll have so free time 🙏HOPEFULLY#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#deadpool 3#wade wilson#wade x logan#logan howlett#wolverine#deadclaws#poolverine
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Deadpool , Wolverine, Wolverine, Wolverine, Wolverine, & Wolverine ❤️💛
#deadclaws#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#wade wilson#wolverine#logan howlett#old man Logan#patch#brown suit#cavillrine
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Wade's life's so damn colourful
#all the silly sinnamon logans#they're so gorgeous#wade's dream finally came true#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#patch wolverine#age of apocalypse wolverine#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#old man yaoi#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#mischievous thunder
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bitches gay but suit up
#art link#deadpool#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadclaws#marvel#x men#poolverine#patch#wolverine#doodle
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Dropping thissss❤️💛
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#deadpool#wolverine#patch#wade wilson#logan howlett#fanart#brilcrist
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❥ DADDY’S DEALINGS
patch!wolverine (logan) x fem!reader
summary ❥ dont fuck with him while he’s working. you knew that, but what happens when you try to fuck on him during work?
warnings: telekinetic reader & code name is diamond, mentions of blood, semi-public sex (in an empty casino), multiple orgasms, creampies, hair pulling, choking, spanking, teasing, rough sex
note: round two, enjoy! wc: 2.7k, m.list here
men in suits sat at the round poker table. laughing, smoking and having a grand ole time. it seemed like a regular poker night with friends, however it was not. all these men were successful businessmen, but one of them was tonight’s target.
and the two of you were here to uncover who that was. patch sat at the table, keeping a blank face while playing the game. however, he was really reading the room. trying to find one slip up so he could take whomever out.
and he couldn’t do it alone, that’s why you were here. you were the distraction, a man’s weakness was a beautiful woman and that you were. the ruby red spaghetti strapped dress clung to you like another set of skin, catching the eyes of the men in there when you walked in. the gleam of your jewelry blinded them, but the scent of your perfume as you passed by only made them want you even more.
you sat at the bar, ordering something light, not wanting anything to get you drunk, but enough to give you a little buzz. you turned in your and watched the game of poker progress, while glancing at patch.
he looked so good sitting there. muscles flexing each time he moved a chip, thick fingers covered in rings—which you wished were deep inside of you, splitting you open—and the eyepatch that was slapped across his face and covered one of his beautiful hazel eyes; still made him even more sexier than ever.
you couldn’t help but to press your thighs together, mind starting to cloud with lewd thoughts of him bottoming out inside of you. until you were snapped out of your daze by the bartender handing you your drink.
you sighed, sipping on the fruity drink you ordered and taking in your surroundings, hoping the target for tonight’s mission would fuck up and show themselves; so you could finally go home and have hot sweaty sex with patch.
however, as time passed, you realized you were going to be here for a while. the game still went on and nobody moved an inch, boring you to death. but, as you sipped on your third drink for the night, you were hornier than ever. you were dripping, aching for some attention and you were going to get it.
the mission was far from your mind as you got up from the bar and sashayed over to the table, standing between patch and another gentleman , before bending over—your cleavage catching the attention of the other man, while your presence gained the attention of your partner. “mind if i join in?” you asked and the stranger got up from his seat in a hurry.
“you can take my spot miss. im losing anyways,” you smiled and sat down, taking his spot and looking down at your cards. you could feel patch boring holes into your face, but you paid him no mind. you knew you weren’t supposed to interfere with his mission unless he wanted you to, but you didn’t care. you had your own mission to worry about.
“you look a little empty there, can i buy you a refill?” you asked him, leaning over to get in his personal space, so you could whisper in his ear. “ ‘m horny. take me home?”
he glared at you before throwing out one of his cards, “no. busy, working.” you whined and sat back in your chair, following suit and throwing out cards as well. you flagged down a waiter and ordered a margarita, telling him to keep it coming before trying to focus on the game in front of you.
however, the more you sat next to him the more aroused you became. it didn’t help that his cologne turned you on, you wanted to pounce on him right then and there. you slid your heeled foot next to his, teasing him by rubbing it against him—only for him to pull his away. he grunted in response, but never turning to look at you.
you weren’t going to give up either. using your powers, you made the waiter bringing your drink, trip causing him to crash into another waiter, making a big commotion; which distracted the other players. using this as an opportunity to speak to him again, you whispered in his ear—voice soft and sexy.
“please, fuck me. need you so bad” he could smell how bad you wanted him, the moment you sat down, but he didn’t have time for that right now. a new scent took over his nose and he glanced around the room, spotting an older man walking in the room; with two girls on each of his arms and two guards behind him. “they’re here. focus.”
by now the waiter had cleaned up his mess and came back with a fresh drink, handing it to you and apologizing for the first one. you sent him a smile before dismissing him, sipping on the cold drink—watching the new player join the game. he sat across from you and you flashed him a smile, immediately gaining his attention.
the male whispered to his guards, before one of them came over to you. “the gentleman over there wants to know if you could sit next to you and could he buy you another drink?” you glanced at him and he winked. smiling at him, you nodded your head and the guy made his way over; dismissing the women.
he sat next to you and you smiled, taking a look at every detail of his face. he was attractive and you couldn’t help smirk to yourself. you knew exactly how to get patch to pay attention towards you.
“what can I get you to drink?” he asked and you slightly turned towards him, putting out the last of your cards, losing the game. “scotch, on the rocks.”
he smiled in amusement, not many of the girls he came across liked dark liquors. “not good at poker?” you shook your head and he smiled, motioning for the dealer to bet him in. “i’ll teach a pretty lil thing like you how to play. name's richard, but you can call me, dick.”
“diamond,” you moved your chair closer to his, glancing over at patch an evil glint in your eyes. you were playing a dangerous game and you were ready for the consequences. as he taught you how to play, patch watched with a clench jaw. he wanted to rip the guys head off for even talking to you, but he knew what was at stake. all he needed was the guy to touch you and he’d take him out right then and there.
“got a boyfriend diamond?”
“complicated,” that slipped off your tongue too fast for patch’s liking, making him grunt loudly, gaining the attention of dick. “is there a problem?”
“focus on the game, bub.” dick chuckled and stared at patch, wondering who the hell he was. and before he could fix his mouth to say something, your drinks came; gaining his attention. you thanked the waiter and held up your glass, lipstick spreading when you smiled.
“you gonna teach me or what?” you got up from your seat, the frame of your body being outlined by your dress, made his breath get caught in his throat—eyes glued to every curve, watching as you sat down on his lap. the way you sat gave you full view of patch, who was seething. and when dick placed his hand on your hip, he had enough. he jumped up, claws unsheathing, sticking them into richard’s guards—their blood splattering against his white suit.
the people in the private casino scurried away in a hurry, trying to make sure they’re not next to get taking out. more of dick’s guards came running in, guns in their hands, ready to attack—until you appeared in front of them. “sorry boys, you’re not getting through.” you sent them flying into the other room, crashing against the slot machines; knocking them out cold. and for good measure, you picked one up and dropped it on them.
one’s that slipped past were slice up by patch, their bodies dropping at dick’s patent shoes. patch huffed, eyes glued onto richard’s.
“you fucking b—.” his head was sliced clean off, dropping next to the pile of bodies. the rugged man didn’t have time for monologues, he was pissed. pissed at you. the people that were still hiding in the room, peeked their heads out; hoping that it was safe, yet there were proven wrong by the feral looking man in front of them.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” his claws retracted and they all ran out, not trying to be the next person to piss him off. you tried sneaking out with them, only for him to grab you, slinking you over his shoulder. “baby! wait—fuck!” he said nothing and sent a hard smack to your ass, the vibration from it made the stinging sensation linger a little longer. oh you were in for it.
he slapped everything off of the poker table before propping you up on there, your hands and knees pressing into the plush green surface. he hiked your dress up to the middle of your back, grunting when he seen the wet spot in the middle of your black panties. with another powerful smack to your ass, you yelped out, only for him to grip your hair—pulling you towards his chest.
“like having that jerk feel up on you. he makes you wet?” his hand massaged your cheeks, easing the stinging sensation he caused. you whimpered and shook your head, “no baby—only you.”
he slapped both of your cheeks, the wet spot on your panties growing by the second as he took his frustrations out on you. it was one thing to try and sabotage the mission, he’d deal with that later, but to sit on another man’s lap in front of him? oh you deserved this punishment.
you were practically drooling, from both sets of lips, while he continued the torment on your ass—his hand prints now molded on your cheeks. he moved his hand from your hair and slid it down to your cunt, pressing two of his fingers against your clit; your slick immediately seeping through the fabric and onto his fingers.
he grunted and massaged his finger on your clit, eliciting whines from you. you backed your ass up in his palm, trying to add some more friction to your cunt, but he stopped you.
“ ‘m in charge here, doll.” you could hear the clinking of his belt buckle and it excited you. from the way he manhandle you and forced your back down, deepening your arch, you knew he was going to fuck you so good.
your panties were pulled down, exposing your bare—slick coated cunt to him and he let out a low groan. he took your panties and brought it up to his nose, smelling your arousal; his cock becoming stiff behind his boxers—before he reached around and placed them into your mouth.
your moans were muffled as you turned your head slightly to see him pull his underwear down, revealing his fat beer can shaped cock. he fisted his cock for a bit, globs of his precum coating his hand, before he pushed through your entrance; your juices coating his dick immediately.
he didn’t even need to prep you to take him, you were beyond soaked, making it easier for him to slide ride in—rubbing right against your spot. “fuck. gotta keep this pussy to myself.”
you moaned into your panties, while he gripped the side of your hips and began to pound your pussy, splitting you open with each stroke. your ass rippled against him and you struggled to throw it back on him, causing him to smack one of your plump cheeks.
“f-fuck me back…..atta girl,” you started to bounce back on him, the poker table shaking with each thrust. your eyes rolled back into your head, the pleasure so unspeakably intense. he knew exactly how to hit your spot with each thrust, which made your legs shake uncontrollably and an orgasm course through you prematurely.
he felt you clench around him and he stopped his movements, pulling out of you slowly; your bottom lip trembling as you turned to look at him. “did you just fucking cum?” you nodded and his eyes darkened. before you could even process what was happening, you were on your back with ankles pointing up to the ceiling.
the red dress that was hiked up was now on the bar not too far away from you both, and your soiled panties were finally removed from your mouth, allowing you to finally moan freely, as he plunged back into your sopping wet cunt.
he was abusing your cunt each time his cock pistoned in and out of you, cock bullying your walls, sending bolts of electricity towards your clit. you reached down and tried to rub the sensitive bud, but he slapped your hands away causing you to cry out. “nope. you wanted this dick, so that’s what you’re gonna get. got it?” you nodded your pretty little head, earning a powerful smack to your cunt—making you gush around him.
“words. i wanna hear it.”
“yes! yes! fuck—daddy. you’re so deep!” rough calloused hand found its way around your throat, turning you on even more. the look on his face, the way his cock filled you up and how he treated you like his fuck toy, had you wanting more.
the squelching sound that followed when he was balls deep inside of you, made that knot in your stomach become tighter. you were so close and with him twitching inside of you, you knew he was too.
with the help of your powers, you brought him closer to you. his white, blood stained blazer pressed against your breasts, adding some stimulation to your tender nipples; which helped speed up your orgasm. you whimpered, staring into his uncovered eye, cumming for the second time; without him.
specks of white blurred your vision as you came undone. the grip around his shaft, tightening with each thrust that hit your spot over and over again.
he was pissed. first you tried to ruin the mission and had some guy all over you, but now you came twice? oh he was more than pissed.
his grip around your neck loosened and he moved his hand up to your cheeks, gripping them; causing them to puff up in his hands. his stroke was faster and deeper, practically kissing your cervix—making you whine out.
“ ‘s too much! please daddy, can’t take it.” you were able to huff out, but he ignored your pleas, still treating you like a common slut.
“gonna breed this pussy. have you dripping cum for days when im done with you—let everyone know who owns this pussy.” he pounded deeper, his vision getting blurry and his stroke becoming sloppier; before he let go—emptying himself deep inside of you.
he let out a primal growl, sporadically twitching inside of you, before pulling out, globs of his cum slowly starting to pool out; until he plugged it back in with his fingers. you squirmed, but he held you down, making you take the extra pleasure—leading to squirting against his palm.
the wet gushy mess, combined with the previous fluids, stained the plush green fabric underneath you and the bottom of his blazer. patch removed his fingers and sucked your juices off, before he pulled his pants up and snapped his belt on. he pulled your panties back on and walked over to the bar to retrieve your dress, tossing it at you.
“get dressed. you’re punishment isn't over yet.”
#logan smut#PSYKINKTOBER#logan howlett smut#patch wolverine#patch wolverine x reader#patch wolverine smut#patch wolverine oneshot#patch wolverine x you#patch wolverine x y/n#wolverine smut#wolverine variant#logan wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan x reader smut
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Wade Wilson the man that you are
#deadpool#logan howlett#poolverine#wade wilson#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#deadclaws#deadpool x wolverine#logan wolverine#drawing wade in a dress is like crack#wade in a dress pt 2 electric boogaloo#holy shit I’m so happy with this piece#Logan patch#patch Logan#patch wolverine
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This was a new suit bub...
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had a little thought about this variant in particular :)
warnings/tags: no use of y/n, gn!reader, though reader wears a dress and heels, light blood
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"Patch!" Wade called out from behind, his voice cutting through the murmur of the dimly lit casino room.
Logan’s one good eye flicked up from the poker table, an eyebrow raising just a bit. "Do I know you?"
Wade grinned under his red mask, hands up like he was just there for a friendly chat. "Not yet, but you're about to." He glanced around, feigning awe at the luxury. "Nice place you've got here. Fancy suits, eye patches—very debonair."
Logan didn’t smile. "You got five seconds to get to the point."
Wade stepped closer, ignoring the glares from the other players. "Alright, here’s the pitch. I need you, big guy. Got a universe that’s falling apart, and I’m in desperate need of a certain… je ne sais quoi that only you can bring. You, Patch, could be the anchor this whole reality needs.”
Logan didn’t even blink. “You’re either insane or just plain stupid. I don’t know you, and I don’t care about your problems.”
Wade let out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, okay, playing hard to get. Look, I didn’t want to do this in front of your… uh—” Wade gestured towards everyone at the table. “Lovely friends here. But time’s running short.”
Wade, who was crouched down to the right of Logan didn’t get to continue his rambling as he unsheathed his claws straight in his skull. Logan’s claws went back into his hand as Wade fell to the floor.
You, who had gone briefly to get a glass of champagne, stopped at the body who had just flopped onto the ground. You glanced at your dress, a nice mauve color, now with a few small spots of red at the hem.
“Honey!” You dragged out, “he got blood on my dress.”
Logan turned to look at you, finally tearing away his gaze from being front facing to you, standing holding a half-full champagne flute looking as beautiful as ever and yes, you now had blood on your dress.
Wade, who was shaking his head, clearing the fog from his mind, looked up from the floor, “hey! He got my blood on your dress. All I did was very kindly introduce myself- ”
You stepped forward, your heel digging into Wade’s arm with a squelch. Wade let out a small screech as you took another step toward Logan, one foot bare, the other still sporting your special heel with a concealed blade.
Wade groaned, twisting on the floor to look up at you. “Really? Really? First the claws, now the stiletto treatment? I thought this was a classy establishment!”
“You got blood on my dress,” you said coolly, taking another sip of your champagne as you met Logan’s gaze.
Logan’s mouth twitched, almost a smile. “Should’ve aimed better, bub.”
Wade managed to sit up, rubbing his head where Logan had left his mark. “This—” he gestured vaguely around, “—is exactly why I need you. That unrelenting charm, the claws, the scrappy partner who, might I say, has a very sharp sense of fashion.”
Once beside Logan’s chair, his hand went around your waist, pulling you down into his lap with a casual possessiveness. He looked up at you, a flicker of amusement in his eye. “Didn’t expect company tonight,” he murmured, his hand resting comfortably at your hip.
You raised an eyebrow, giving him a slight smirk. “Didn’t expect blood on my dress tonight either,” you replied, tilting the glass toward him. “This is on you.”
Wade, still on the floor, held up a hand like he was back in school. “If I may interject, it’s technically on me. All over me, really. And your heel…which is still in my arm, by the way.”
Logan didn’t even look down. “Didn’t I tell you to scram, bub?”
Wade let out an exaggerated groan, dramatically flopping back on the floor. “Alright, fine! Just thought maybe you’d like a little…adventure through the multiverse, something different. I’ll even throw in a couple of perks—health benefits, access to all the chimichangas you can eat. You know, the important stuff.”
You laughed, settling back against Logan. “Sounds like a tempting offer, doesn’t it, hun?”
Logan’s grip on your waist tightened. “Tempting? This guy can’t keep his mouth shut long enough to get through a meal, let alone a job.”
Wade scrambled to his feet, brushing off his suit—now slightly stained with his own blood. “Hey, everyone needs a wildcard. Keeps things spicy! But fine, fine. I can take a hint. You’ve got your classy, poker-playing life here with…well,” he gestured towards you with a nod. “Guess I’ll just have to move on.”
You leaned down, giving Wade a sweet but pointed smile. “Good luck with that.”
Wade looked back and forth between the two of you, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Oh, I get it. Lovebirds, bound by fate and poker chips. Don’t mind me, I’ll just let myself out.”
With a dramatic flourish, Wade turned around, pulling a strange, glowing device from his belt. He tapped a button, and a swirling golden doorway appeared in front of him. He looked over his shoulder one last time, winking at you. “If you change your mind, Patch, you know where to find me.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.”
As Wade stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the glowing portal, you took another sip of champagne, shaking your head. “Was he for real?”
Logan scoffed, watching the portal close with a quiet hum. “I have no idea. Don’t care to find out, either.”
The room settled, the quiet returning along with the glares of the other players, who clearly wanted nothing more than to get back to their poker game.
You gave him a look. “If you think you’re getting out of replacing this, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Logan chuckled, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’.”
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett patch#wolverine patch#logan howlett fanfiction
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I’ll always love you.
Pairing: Logan howlett x reader
Summary: Logan has a nightmare and hurts you in his sleep. This is a short story of that and the aftermath.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of blood, Logan stabbed you in your sleep, Profanity, Cigar smoking, mention of the scene where wolverine gets his adamantium skeleton. (Written with fem!reader in mind but no she/her pronouns are used or feminine features are mentioned)
A/N: this started off as a drabble but tbh it got a bit longer than i expected so 😭 but anyway, i love this plot so of coursee, my turn!
He was in the tank again.
It was the same nightmare every other week. Or, one of them. But this was the worst one of them all.
Suffocating. Confused. Scared?
He felt it all again.
He could never, ever describe what metal covering your skeleton feels like but it’s a horrible, disgusting feeling.
As he rose and roared angrily from the water, tubes fell out his body. He gets hit with a bullet to the head and he fiercely turns to the source, growling animalistically. There are more gun shots as he jumped out, screaming. Oh, and of course…Fucking Stryker.
Stryker. Stryker. Stryker.
Of course, the nightmare version of this event is more intense feeling. His heart was racing. His mind. His feet. Adrenaline is pumping through his veins. Everything is on fire.
Then suddenly, he’s in a dark room.
Still yelling and thrashing, he doesn’t stop until he comes to finally seconds later. Oh, it was a nightmare. Not real. Though, the screams still echo in his head.
And then he hears a soft, “Logan….”
He looks down.
You’re laying there, under him. There are tears in your eyes as you held his…wrists with..his claws…in…your….sides..
His heart drops. Blood runs cold. He feels like he’s gonna be sick.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck-
He mouths, “No…no no no…”
“Logan, it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re…” A pained groan from you interrupted yourself. “…okay. I’m here.”
He frantically pulls his claws out and sits there, looking at you in pure horror. Heart pounding still as guilt washed over him. Consuming his entire soul.
Luckily, for the both of you, you also had a healing factor..just not as good as his…it took twice as long for you to heal.
But you were prepared for this moment anyways. You knew one day…he’d wake up like this. That you’d wake up like this. You practiced what you would say and do. Remain calm and ground him. Remind him he’s okay and that you two are far from any enemies.
Logan looked at the blood covering his hands once he unsheathed his claws. Looked at you once more and then back at his own hands.
“I’m already healing, Logan. It’s gonna be okay. It was an accident.” You sit up in bed, even though it was horribly painful still, and rub his shoulders trying to relax him.
“..i…i..hurt you.” He softly said looking into your eyes.
“It was an accident.”
“I hurt you. I fucking hurt you.”
“You didn’t mean to, Lo.”
He bit his lip, holding back a sob. Still, a tear escaped his eye.
You hugged him solfty, not minding the sweat covering his skin and clothes, and rubbed his back.
“I’m sorry…i’m sorry baby i-“
You hear him finally break down a bit as his voice hitched. You rub his back more telling him it’s okay. You’re okay.
“I know, you’d never do it on purpose Logan…i forgive you. Look, I’m already halfway healed…it won’t even scar..” You pull back and gently held his face and kiss his forehead.
He sighed.
“Wanna stay up with me? Wash the sheets and sit outside a bit?” You smiled.
He nods. “I’m so sorry.”
You don’t respond as you get out of bed, pain on your sides quickly fading. You pull him with you and you both start pulling off the blood soaked sheets quietly.
Once everything is in the washer you sit with him on the couch in the dark, cuddled next to him as he smoked a cigar to calm his nerves.
“That was my worst nightmare.” He said softly as he took a long drag.
“I know..but i know you didnt mean too. You’ve been through a lot it was bound to happen at some point… and plus, i’m better now..”
“I…I dunno why you put up with me.”
“Because I love you. ‘Cause i know deep down you have a good soul.”
He huffed at this and smiled as he said, “Love, huh?”
“Yes, love. All of it. Your scars, your personality, just…you.”
Silence filled the room once more. He put the cigar out and laid it on the table then looked away.
“I’m just..scared. Of losing you. Are you sure? About us? This? I don’t want to hurt you anymore…i-“
“Logan, look at me.”
He turned to face you. Face unreadable as usual but you knew he felt worry.
“I’ll never leave you. And i’m so sure about us. 100%. You don’t have to be scared of anything considering that anymore. Okay? I’ll always love you.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment but then he closed the distance. Hugging you tightly. A soft thank you came from him moments later.
That night you two fell asleep on the couch in each others arms.
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ᥫ᭡ date nights with logan
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OKAY BUT LISTEN TO ME
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