#patch wolverine oneshot

[nanivinsmoke]

❥ 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.”

[themareverine]

Bond Girl, part 1 | patch!Logan x fem!reader | themareverine + bpmiranda

synopsis: the first adjective that leapt to mind the second she’d seen such a thing—obscene. like bait from the possession of man everyone here knew to more vile than any beautiful thing could be. because, if Logan is anything, it’s beautiful. and his taste in jewelry? immaculate.

warnings: patch!Logan, flirting, suggestive themes, part 1 of a co-written little thing with @bpmiranda (surprise!), casino atmosphere, booze, gambling, language, nameless!fem!reader but mentions of curls and blue eyes, ⚠︎.

a/n: save me, Patch!Logan, save me! I can't get away from this idea and my absolutely insatiable lust for this man, ROFL. this idea hit me the other day and after conversing with @bpmiranda, I knew we had to write this. big thanks for her for 1) being phenomenal, 2) listening to my ramblings, 3) jumping on my Patch train, and 4) deciding to collab! ahhhh! my part is done, but hers is coming and will, most likely, be NSFW and probably SO FAR AND AWAY BETTER. and yes i got carried away with context what else is new ROFL get on our taglists for updates!

—> bpmiranda’s part 2

She isn’t usually one to go for something so—obscene. 

Not that the idea of fine jewelry, really, should be considered obscene. It’s honestly an insult, something so beautiful tethered to a negative connotation. It was the farthest thing from obscene. Just simply the first adjective that leapt to mind the second she’d seen it, dangling elegantly like bait from the possession of man everyone in here  knew to be more vile than any beautiful thing could be. 

Because, if Logan is anything, it’s beautiful—and his taste in accessories? Immaculate. 

“It’s too expensive,” the absolute glint that passed through his eyes sparkled almost as clearly as the stone, catching light like starlight coupled, somehow, with sun, “you really shouldn’t have, Logan.” Cool against the flaming embarrassed scarlet chasing up her neck, he was deliberately slow. Rough hands skipping along her décolletage sent shivers down the length of her spine, numb beneath the wolfish gaze staring back at her in the mirror. Fingers reaching to brush along the face of the stone, it felt heavy. 

“I didn’t,” he sounded so pleased with him, chuckling in that low way that sent her brain pulsing, “poor bastard’s wife is probably pissed, huh?” His hands are more caring than she ever thought possible, clasping the necklace into place. Watching her swallow her own breath, her eyes only skip up to his when his hands find the back of her chair, leaning forward to brush his mouth along the shell of her ear. 

“Can’t imagine it lookin’ as good on anyone else as it does you, sugar.” 

At least two carats, it’s basically a small nucleus of sunlight, sparkling against her pale décolletage, its radiance only challenged by the offset of what she can only assume is a platinum bezel. Gently rubbing the stone between her fingers, she releases a slow breath that shakes more than she would’ve liked, but comes from her core. His hand brushing along the strap of an equally breathtaking gown only exaggerates her inability to breathe evenly, and she swears to God the color racing up her neck deepens. 

“You won this?” turning in her seat, she gently pushes him back with a hand to his chest. “In cards? You always play for cash,” without flinching, she probes for an answer—Logan never bets collateral. He always plays for money, or, on occasion, information. It was how she’d come to know Patch—the man of Madripoor. In all her months of watching him play, she’d only ever seen him accept collateral one other time, and she protected the Van Cleef bracelet on her arm nearly with her life. “It has to be worth a small fortune,” quietly she turned back to the mirror, slightly entranced by its brilliance.

He chuckled, “Not small enough,” his finger brushes a tendril of curl hanging from the simple pins at the base of her neck, “Wasn’t thinkin’ about how much it cost, sweetheart. Too busy imaginin’ you wearin’ it to bed,” His hands skim down the neckline of the dress, an elegant yellow satin slip cut dangerously up the thigh, thin and leaving mostly nothing to imagination, “but I guess this’ll do for now, hm?” 

Willpower of the gods had somehow propelled her out the chair, hand in his as he’d tugged her against his chest. Arms fortressing around her softness, holding her closer than sin. She finds herself lost under the heavy of his gaze, even as her fingers trail up the sleeves of his suit jacket. Crisp as snow, it cuts him perfectly, as if designed for him and him alone. He’s warm, chasing away the slightly chill that pebbles the skin of her arms, the A/C of the hotel suite more tangible than ever. 

“For now,” she’d echoed with a small smile, amusement passing through her tone. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll ask you about that active imagination of yours later.” Hand finding his cheek, she guided him into a slow, unhurried kiss. “You feel lucky tonight, Lo?” Words murmuring against his lips, his head angled to deepen the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers.

His chuckle was light, entertained as his fingers traced along the straps at the back of her dress, “Ain’t about feelin’ lucky, sugar,” tipping her chin up, he smiled at her darkly. “But if it makes you feel better, you bet.” 

Absolutely obscene. 

He’s still as perfect now as he had been hours before, draping a once-in-a-lifetime diamond around her neck, sitting in the low haze hovering in a smothering, thin veil about their casino’s air. Their casino—the gambling house they’d called home for the entirety of her sojournings at his side. Walls and floors that knew their secrets, hallways that saw parts of them no human, probably, ever would. 

Madripoor was beautiful, a stunning land with its own cultures rich with wonder and charms untouchable to nearly sunlight—it was not a difficult place to land, to count off the fingers of time. Especially for a man burying secrets in shallow graves of earth and unknowns. Abundant with vibrant color, pulsing atmosphere and the adrenaline of living, its wellspring of anonymity was wanting, attractive in a way any other nowheresville wasn’t. Logan had established himself as a man of countenance in these streets, specifically this house—a man of power, strength. Gall, courage. Unkillable, untouchable, wholly wondrous. 

Countenance. His reputation preceded him—whether as a badge of honor, a curse of death, or a last-nail coffin truly, honestly, depended on whom one would ask. Bodies jumped under tables beneath the steel of his gaze, the earth opened up to consume lesser beings. Flurry of opinion wasn’t uncommon, if you asked around the shadows and dripping neon of the city— bodies in this quarter of the city produced a cocktail of options for poison. Akin to asking which band champions in NOLA at the height of Mardis Gra, the hair of the dog hours—good thoughts weren’t anorexic around here, weren’t starving for air to give them life.  

All had an opinion. Scant few actually held water. 

Madripoor trembled with the respect wise men hold for phantom’s when he strode into a room. People knew, just from him cutting the doorway of the casino floor, that “Patch” was not an easy dance. Garnered a respect she’d never seen so freely offered to anyone else, dignitaries were not so often well noticed. Logan half expected the room to whip around to eyeball him he was so aware of his own presence, but not in the way one would think—not in the sense of ego or pedestal, high-horses. Never.

“Same feelin’ you get shiverin’ down your back when you think you're bein’ watched, sugar—just the way it goes when guys like me make an entrance.” 

Logan rarely made an entrance—Patch, even less so. Exits were more his thing, honestly. 

But far and away, Madripoor had signed and delivered its standing opinion on the man with an patch, the man from the north—the man nobody could touch, whose face shadows didn’t find. For four decades he’s been frequentlying this place, blowing in and out like the steam over bayous and still water, never aging a day. Always stalking, always collected. In blood it screamed, up and down the streets, this province’s opinion—You bet on Patch, and you have your man.  

And tonight is no different. While Logan may not be an easy man to dissect with discernments, he is an easy bet. Easier, yet, to watch. Even at the bar, across the floor—where light is golden and soft, the air is thick with smoke. Music that has been hastened for generations spins through the air like dreams, summoning atmosphere and charm into the room like a sweeping arch of divinity.

It had become some kind of twisted religion, almost worship. Watching him rake fools over hot coals at this same casino table, when starlight strikes and the sun drips from the sky like slow poison. It’s like a killing hour, almost—the scent of blood and money hang in the air like calling cards, tantalizing sirens. It is the same dance, similar songs each night they grace this room—Logan seats himself at the card table. He orders whiskey, a cosmopolitan for her. Lights a cigar, asks the floor manager for a tab. Taps the corner of his mouth with a thick finger for her kiss, kisses her harder than she would expect from him—takes cash he slips into the neckline of her dress, “You keep here, darlin’, and also like always, he’ll take her chin between calloused fingertips, “gotta keep my lucky little thing closeby—’ma jealous fuck, sugar. Don’t go runnin’ off.”  And the answer is always the same—

“Where else would I be?” 

Certainly nowhere else could hook, line, sink her soul like that little quicksilver of a smile he throws at her—the way his gaze rakes over her frame, dissecting every bend and curve like a creature worth studying. Like he hasn’t known every part of her, explored each plane and territory of her skin, her soul. Logan has known her up until the half of her soul, possesses parts of her she’ll never return to—he takes more than money, on nights when he looks at her like this. More than information or courage or a man’s dignity—he takes her. Everything she possesses, balances it between his fingers, bleeding and raw, like it is a plaything and circus.

And really, she thinks, there could be no better thing under the sun.  

 At some point in all of this, she’d wondered, early on, if it would be like this, always. Running with him. Stalking lines, scouting out survival and nexts—spidering in gigs only to feast on the blood of the innocent unsuspecting. Vampires of opportunity, of fortune. She’d learned in short shit that, while the game is always the same, the wonder was in the stakes—it’s never about the game. 

Balance of power is always found in what one is willing to lose in the chance to gain.

“Something new, mi encanto?” 

Her chair sings a little as she adjusts to swivel back around to the bar, smile soft as she considers the surprise glass of something slipping her direction across an elegant, seen-everything bar. Warm eyes consider her, Dominic’s expression soft and entertained as he stereotypically slaps his rag over his shoulder, driving home a subliminal point. 

Canting her head softly to the side, she dips her finger into the crystalline booze, allowing it to gently float around the cool zing of alcohol and promise of a buzz that will warm her spine. Her finger gently traces the rim of the fine glassware, gaze tracking to the clock above the bar. It’s been two hours—two hours parked at the bar in a dress the color of sunlight, watching. Drawing the attention of every dick and eye this place produces. A pretty sentinel over the reputation and suppositions of a man rumored more to be a god than mortal, she’s little more than a trophy in this room—Logan’s trophy. Patch’s pretty little thing. 

Hardly more than eye candy, little less than pornographic imagery—she’d quelled a few looks of new faces unaccustomed to the goings-on of this house, of its finer workings. Didn’t take much more than a sharp lift of her leg over the other, a nod of her chin towards the table—rare cases demanded she actually leave her perch at the bar and make an effort to fill in the program gaps. Coming up along his chair, lingering touches on his chest and shoulder—the occasional slow, sloppy kiss between hands of poker, blackjack. Little else drove the point home so deeply, coffins and nails.

 She’d only ever been broached by the brave who had never returned—most were warned. If not by circumstance, then by Magnolia y Pecado staff—she was off the table. A no-go. Off limits. Hands off, don’t touch the pretty thing who parts her legs for the man everyone in Madripoor knows as Patch. If they only knew of him what she does, they’d think so differently. 

‘All bets off when you’re mine, sugar.”

“Gracias, Dominic.” 

She doesn’t ask what it is, Dominic understands her taste. Quite the working relationship they’d developed over the months of her making this bar her second home. Always thrilled to see her but rarely surprised, Dominic worked twelve hour days. Five daughters, his adorable, busy-bee and as-sweet-as-honey wife expecting a hopeful son—the only friends she had in the city. Inés was responsible for half of her wardrobe decisions, much of her makeup. Often her rambunctious gaggle of ribbons-and-curls girls ran about this casino during business hours, passing time in the pool, in the gardens.

 Glass chilled between her fingers, she takes a light sip of the cocktail, brow lifting as the tropical kick spins around her tongue in a lovely zing that makes her smile. Lifting it, she takes a bolder sip, “That’s brilliant, Dominic,” her smile grows, and she wrinkles her nose, “what is it?” 

He chuckled, “Jungle bird,” beginning to vigorously rub at a stain in the grains of the wood, “clarificada—clear. Mi amor’s only drink,” winking at her, his smile is bright but quickly fades as his eye moves over her shoulder, tracking movement. 

All too suddenly, Dominic’s spine towers tall. Heart skipping for only a second, his movements become cut, slow. When he nods across the floor, chin lifting as his hands begin flying beneath the bar—effortlessly, she knows he prepares the familiar short glass. A distraction, certainly, but calculated.  She’d never understand his practiced anticipation of needs, but forever appreciate them, “Problema, mi Cariño,” his eyes cut over to her sharply, long pouring a multiple-seconds finger of Redbreast, “looks as if there’s trouble, Miss Patch.”

Miss Patch. Common amongst the staff, it carried a responsibility she wrestled with more than she’d be willing to admit—belonging to someone was a place she’d never imagined for herself, much less Logan, but the irony isn’t lost on her, either. Everything she’d never thought for herself, everything she’d ever fantasized in high fantasy and dreams—all one ball of wax, a bed of roses. 

Name not lost, her stomach flares with a pinprick of alarm, heat spreading through her blood despite the pebbles of chill racing across her skin. Glancing over her shoulder, she tucks her chin. Tracking, eyes skirting the game currently underway at the long, gorgeous felt table. Remnant’s of Dominic’s Jungle Bird sings on her tongue, punching low in her stomach a sort of sweet that almost stings, watching Logan at the head of the table begin slipping out of his expensive suit jacket. 

The slightest glance over his shoulder is all the greenlight she needs, dark hair glinting almost sapphire under the right lights, the trembling wire of tension in the air. Nearly misses his hand at the side of the chair, fingers snapping for her to come hither. 

Taking the Redbreast between her fingers, her own drink in hand, her little sigh is amused. Follows a light chuckle, there’s a breathlessness she can’t quite put a finger on. The idea of being summoned isn’t all that distasteful—it’s wicked, what it does to the depths of her womb. 

“And there’s my cue.” The smile she cuts to Dominic is wry, words dismissive, almost airy—something is off at the table. She can see it in the shifting eyes of the men across the felt, the way Logan rolls a shoulder. 

Steely tension snaps at the air like a rabid wolf, hungry and slavering as it devours any sense of control she feels, usually, with the man she knows as Wolverine so near to heart. Usually he keeps a good handle on things—and he maybe does, maybe this is deliberate. But the precipice feels shaky, being on the outside looking in— like balancing on a livewire above swirling oceans. 

Slipping from her stool, her hand smooths over the satin of the gown, bending slightly to straighten material teasing the floor around her feet in a tastefully cocktail,  elegant train. Foot over foot she minds the height of her heels, floorspace between the bar and table vanishing beneath her approach. 

Another small drink, eyes drifting over the table—her nail gently ting, ting, tings against his glass between loose fingers. Meeting the gaze of men whose attention lifts to her arriving at Logan’s side is easy, all she has to do is offer a teasing, flirtatious upturn of his lips. Of doe-eyed light and oh, hi. Easily she offers the cool Redbreast, gently nudging it against the back of his hand as her hip comes to rest against his chair—Logan’s attention doesn’t cut from the study of his cards, brow lifted, easily. 

Unmoving, chuckling across the table lifts her gaze over the rim of her glass as she teases her drink for a second time. “My my, Patch, my friend — pretty little thing you’ve got there, at your beck and call,” she sums him up quickly, falling back in his chair. Shifting his hips forward, like he’s got a twitch in his dick at the sight of her dipping backline, “You are one surprising sonuvabitch, I’ll give you that.” Wolf whistle off his words accompany the  shake of his head, eyes lingering over the curve of her hip longer than necessary. “Pretty things here, in Madripoor—where can I find one’a you, honey?” 

“Didn’t think there were any more like me,” she counters with a little giggle, winking at him. Her hand comes to rest on Logan’s shoulder, tracing the hard line of muscle beneath his milkwhite shirt. Teases along until her hand gently curves along his chest, between the unfastened buttons, “Thought I was limited edition.” Dropping low, her lipstick catches the bristle of Logan’s beard in a slow, heavy kiss to his jawline, sharp eyes holding the man fully entranced with her show across the felt of the table, “Gotta pay to play, huh, baby?”

 Bodies around the table shift uncomfortably, the man to Logan’s left practically on the verge of either an aneurysm or cardiac arrest, either is possible considering the size of his beer gut and the unhealthy sweat soaking into the band of his Stetson hat—Texas, mogul. Married, probably. Or at least feeling a level of guilt. The man to their right, complete in a look that’s so Miami it hurts—designer white pants, loafers. What appears to be a silk shirt tucked in, unbuttoned, in a flamingo pink that’s so ambitious it makes her smile. She couldn’t even determine his eye color, his eyes were still welded on the swell of her ass. 

They’re so easy, men. One look at a pretty thing, a little batting of the eyes — they were so painfully predictable, Logan had been right. He’d taught her everything about this game, this back-and-forth. How to make them drool, how to make them ache, to worship at her feet. The perfect equalizer, the best distraction—give them what they don’t know they want, “And all their walls come crumblin’ down, honey—that’s what you do.” If he weren’t a better man—if Logan weren’t hers, he’d be eating out her palm just as much as any of them. 

But she belonged to him, a tight leash she shortened seemingly by night. 

“All depends on the game,” he bites at his lower lip, “what’s my grand prize, mi amor?”  He butchers Spanish almost as badly as he butchers atmospheres, and it would make her chuckle, the way he masks his obvious desire behind a hand rubbing around his mouth. Instead it just makes her roll her eyes, tease her nails along Logan’s chest hair carefully beneath his shirt. Heat pummels off of him like a locomotive, even with his jacket shedded. “You like to play games, do ya, sweet thing?” 

Logan’s gaze snaps up from his cards, viciously. Beastially. 

“Easy, bub. Ain’t nice to fuck with another man’s property.”  

It rumbles low, wolfishly in his chest. Sharp chill launches down her spine like a needle, injecting poisons into her veins that begin to melt her self control. Logan rarely ever labeled her so basely in front of other men—it was not his routine. He had, in other times, when context demanded he whip out his dick for measure— she didn’t have details. Admittedly she’d been too distracted with Dominic and drink tasting throughout the night to pay attention to this game, to know if Logan had anything working over this gig. All she knew was from what little pillow talk he’d offered this morning, after burying his cock nearly to her ribs and rearranging her abdominal cavity.

Information. Information, baby—it’s all about connections. And oh—that’s right. It tracks around her brain in a sharp, white-hot loop. Information, Logan wants information. 

 A patch may well cover most of the animation of his eyes, but it is evident, the darkness—leers like a predator, hunting. Watching. The corner of his mouth ticks up, muscle in his jaw pulling as he eases back into his chair, loosens a shoulder. Logan may as well scent this man’s blood and call it a day, she thinks, but instead his quicksilver smile grows as the man puts down his cards in front of him, resting elbows on the table. 

“Ease up there, ace,” his hands open in a slow arc of easy, I’m-just-playing settle-down, “Only teasin’.” His accent is remarkably unbalanced, a little of something she doesn’t know, more of a part of the world she’d never heard. Logan takes his drink from her hand, tosses it back sharply, and the glass finds the table with a harder-than-necessary crack, “You payin’ to see my cards or what, old man?” 

“Keep your dick on, would ya?” Logan grabs her hand from between the buttons of his shirt, prompts her forward with a sharp tug, Jungle Bird in her hand upset like a child’s bathwater. And before she can think, Logan’s big hand grabs her chin tightly between thick fingers, “Kiss for luck, sugar?” His breath hot with whiskey sends her reeling, heat between her legs an inferno only ever matched at Vesuvius. 

God he was hot when he was pissed off and all possessive. 

A little nod of her head ticks up the corner of his mouth, his eye tracking down to the perfect curve of her mouth highlighted by lipstick the color of blood in her veins. A growling chuckle from the base of his ribs has him kissing her, deep and hard, tongue skipping along her bottom lip—in heartbeats he manages to make her breathless, every fiber burning as she shares his taste, allows him to rip a hungry little moan that knifes her right in the gut. 

“Tastes good,” he murmurs against her lips, “you’re doin’ so good.” 

Unsure whether to thank or bite him, she manages a small smile against his mouth while her hand skips low, to the low heat  between his legs. Nursing a semi nobody would ever suspect from otherworldly levels of cool-as-a-cucumber, her nails gently bite into the meat of his thigh. For a second his hiss skips her pulse, suddenly  at a loss against his mouth. 

Collecting quickly, “Trust me, baby,” and she adds the bite she knows he loves to her touch, “I know.” 

If anyone heard his barely-there, punched out groan, hell would sooner freeze. Satisfied with himself, he breaks first, giving her cheeks a rough squeeze before lightly shoving her away. A little proud, mostly for show. He’s mean in the best way possible, in the way she’s come to lust for. Treating her like a brat, worshipping the ground beneath her feet—it’s a delicate tango they do on the blades of alias and fun, of future and fortune. She’d come to crave it, a high she’d never escape. Laces adrenaline through her like a freight train, feels safe and dangerous all in one big ball of inexplicable, never-want-to-leave way. 

Swiping at the lipstick a kiss on his cheek has left behind, she throws an easy glance across the table to the three men who stare, nearly agog, at her. “Best of luck, gentlemen,” bending to kiss Logan’s cheek with a mock sugar sweetness almost too saccharine to be true, she tosses back the rest of her Jungle Bird.

“May the odds be never in your favor.” 

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‘the patch stays on’

Logan Howlett x Reader

(18+ SMUT PATCH!LOGAN HOWLETT x GN!READER)

Summary: Ever since you saw Logan, your boyfriend, in disguise for his mission in Madripoor, you couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking your brains out. Luckily, when you finally get the chance in your hotel room, you have but one special request for him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no pronouns for reader, no specific genitals assigned to reader, no use of Y/n, swearing, oral (r!receiving), unprotected penetration, creampie, missionary, riding

(A/n: me when i come back to write a wolverine oneshot… dedicated to @silverskyeline + @stop-talking, my fellow wolverine enjoyers ❤️ to everyone, I hope you enjoy, patch is one of my most favorite wolverine variants. based on/is a combo of both comics and movies. happy reading!)

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The X-Men were presumed dead by the public. Gone from the face of the earth without a trace. And just for now, the uncanny team of mutants would continue to stay low and hidden, planning to keep it that way.

Naturally, of course, this also included the Wolverine. James Howlett. Logan. Weapon X. Kuzuri. Your lover. Despite having several aliases, in which one of the many would be a hostile sputter of ‘freak’, they would all seem to dissolve by the time he arrived in Madripoor. No, for there was only one name he would go by in this crime-ridden, neon city for the sake of lying low. And it was Patch.

Considering his unique X-Men uniform that incorporated the use of a mask, his full face would be barely recognizable to any of the inhabitants of this foreign island. All he had to do was to wear a classy suit and put on an eyepatch to create a new identity while fitting in with the locals.

In your case, you’d never been on the news or the front cover of a paper, despite your mutant status and affiliation with the X-Men. For quite some time, you worked as a scientist alongside Dr. Hank McCoy at the X-Mansion, while also working as an academics teacher for the mutant students at the school. You were reserved and intelligent, preferring to focus on your studies rather than fight as an X-Man amongst your friends.

Therefore, not being a famous X-Man meant that nobody would recognize you in Madripoor, so you didn’t need a disguise and only needed to wear elegant clothing to blend in. You were still precautioned to lay low and make your presence discreet, however.

Additionally, the trip there was long and even a bit tense, considering Logan’s crumbling fear of flying, which you attempted to soothe. For the most part, you were able to calm his nerves and himself down.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you tagging along either, taking into account the ubiquitous danger of the island, but you insisted. You could handle yourself, and even help him scope out the several crime operations he sought to terminate in the first place. That had been the main reason behind this mission anyways.

Not to mention, you’d been crudely compelled to come with Logan on this mission, especially after seeing him put on that ‘disguise’. Watching him step out in an all-white, three-piece suit, paired with a contrasting black bowtie and eyepatch, gave you some sort of awakening. In retrospect, it was almost comical, if you weren’t so severely blinded by your own lust at the time.

Frankly, you could even say that you jumped his adamantium bones the second you got settled into the hotel. With heavy breaths and desperate touches, your lips moved with his passionately in a deep kiss. Your fingers tangled in his brown, now-messy hair as your bodies sunk down into the plush mattress.

“What’s gotten into you, bub?” He nearly chuckles, almost teasingly as you nipped at his neck quickly.

“I just—“ you pant, cutting yourself off with a breathy laugh as you feel the embarrassment of your hastiness kick in. “I don’t know if it’s the suit or the eyepatch—hell, maybe both—but fuck, it’s making me go crazy.” You felt your body heat up the more you thought about it; his dapper, white suit, the smooth cuffs concealing his wrists, the emphasis on his veiny hands.

Shit. You wanted him to take you with all of it on.

Well… Maybe with just the eyepatch on, at least.

“Mm, yeah?” Logan hums lowly as you two continued to make out, resulting in your voices turning hesitant and shaky. “You’re actually turned on by this, baby?” And before you could even reply, he flipped your bodies over so that your back was now pressed against the bed with Logan hovering over you. His eyes looked both sensual and predatory, eager to feel your skin on his, just like the many times he had in the past.

Logan’s hands ran down your clothed body in a firm, yet worshipping manner, soon removing all of your clothing until you were half naked. You hummed softly in pleasure as you felt his slow hands palm your heat through your underwear, his lips nipping teasingly at your thighs. His hot caresses continued for a while, him adding more pressure with his hand until you let out a quiet, impatient whine, hips slightly flexing upwards.

Affectionately, he kissed at the center of your underwear before slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling them down your bare legs, past your ankles, and off of your body completely, discarding the futile cloth onto the ground. The cold air met with your naked crotch, which would soon be replaced by Logan’s close, hot breaths.

You shivered with arousal, feeling his arms hook under your legs, hands gripping your thighs as you saw his head positioned between them. The sight of him fully clothed in his white suit and eyepatch while you were completely nude in front of him made you feel so lustful and needy.

“Mmm…” Logan hummed simply as his tongue poked out to give kitten licks against your flesh. A quiet gasp left your mouth in awe as the little action caused you to feel so much already. Then, your breath hitched as his tongue worked stronger, taking you into his mouth as he tasted you and your arousal.

You began to moan softly, hearing his lewd, wet kisses and suctions as his hand moved to spread your thighs wider. “Ahh—Logan—!” You cry in pleasure, hand moving down to grip his hair in your hand. Your lover groaned in satisfaction, your addictive taste leaving his thoughts and vision hazy, sending vibrations to your core. To Logan, your moans were some pure form of aphrodisiac, and he only ever wanted to hear more.

He continued for a while, using his mouth expertly on you as he has for years, his single eye now looking up at you through his eyelashes as he pulls away slowly. Logan, the passionate lover he was, wanted to take as much time as you both needed, to extend this moment of bliss and sexual pleasure. Therefore, he couldn’t let you cum yet.

As he smirked from hearing your playful, desperate whine, he sat up on the bed and took off his blazer, working to undo his bowtie. His hand then reached for his eyepatch until you immediately stopped him with your assertion:

“Wait,” you firmly interject, “the patch stays on.”

A wide grin appeared on Logan’s lips with amusement, now averting his attention down to his button up and pants, taking off every single article of clothing and covering. Except for the eyepatch you requested for him to neglect, of course.

“You do know I can’t see shit with this thing on, right?” He exaggerates with a chuckle, almost mocking your decision for him to keep the accessory. You didn’t know what it was that made it so appealing to you. Perhaps it was the sexy mysteriousness to it that made your boyfriend seem even more badass than he was. Either way—

“I don’t fucking care,” you retort, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down towards yourself, crashing his lips against yours. You could argue absolutely nothing could interfere with how astonishingly he could fuck you.

As Logan hesitantly broke the kiss, he lined up his body with yours, your legs remaining spread out on each side of his body while he made sure you were prepped. His hands were flat on the pillows beside your head, looking down at you with lust. Finally, and slowly, he pushed his cock through your entrance, gradually stretching your inner walls.

“Mmm… Ahh…” You would moan softly, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a flustered expression as he then pushed in completely, hips meeting with yours. He moaned almost simultaneously, feeling your satisfying tightness around him. Logan pecked your lips once, letting you adjust to his size before he started moving in and out.

“Oh—Ah—!” You whimper as his pace grows faster, hearing him grunt as his cock began to thrust fluidly inside of you, letting his firm pelvis grind against your sensitive flesh at the same time. The combined sensations felt extraordinary.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he mutters swiftly, rocking his hips at a steady rate against yours, letting his slick length massage and caress your walls. He made sure to move in as deep as he could, desperate to hit every spot that makes you feel good. His hands moved off the pillows to grip your hips tightly, holding you down, “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Feels amazin’…”

Logan’s arms now hooked under yours, meeting your lips to kiss you passionately as he fucked you sensually. You moaned against his mouth as you felt him become faster, sensing his animalistic instinct to become rougher with you. “Oh! M—Logan!” You whined as his cock continued to ram in and out of your entrance, the contact eliciting wet, lewd sounds of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh.

Feeling your walls begin to pulse and tighten, indicating your closeness, Logan pulled out, making you complain once more.

“Need you to ride me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?” He asks roughly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as if an apology for the abrupt stop. You felt a physical reaction in your body at his lustful words, watching his uncovered eye stare you down with both love and sin. Then you nodded.

The two of you changed positions on the bed, hearing the soft sound of sheets shifting as you climbed onto Logan’s lap. Your hands touched his shoulders, but then moved to cup his face in your palms, stroking his cheeks gently. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moved one hand down to grip his cock, lining it up with your hole. Both of your breaths faltered as you sank down on him, feeling the same sensation as before. The angle change, however, somehow made everything feel so much more pleasant.

“Fuck…” you groan, hands on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Logan’s hands explored and traveled across your body to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms. His fingers moved with such purpose, akin to playing an elegant harp. You two panted heavily as you started off slow for a while, until you gradually sped up once you practically began bouncing on his thick cock.

“Ah! Ahh! Oh!” You cry, hearing Logan let out small grunts and moans as well, while you fucked yourself on his lap. His hands moved to grip your hips, fingernails digging deep into the your skin to assist your movements. His hands pushed you up and down his dick, letting you feel him stroke your insides.

“Mm—” he grunts as he mutters your name in admiration, thrusting his hips up to increase the sensitivity and speed. “Fuck!” Logan groans, looking up at you with arousal as you kept moving.

You felt your body begin to squirm and tense up, knowing that you were getting closer and closer to your well-anticipated climax. Based on Logan’s panting, grunts, and stuttered hip movements, you could tell he was close as well.

“Mmm—Mm—I—I’m gonna cum,” you whine, holding him close to your body with your arms as your hips kept moving to pursue the final, euphoric sensation.

“Ngh—Me too. Me too, baby. C’mon… Cum for me,” he gently orders under his breath before you felt your muscles clench, walls tightening as you reached your powerful orgasm.

“Mmm—Ahh!” You whine in deep pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach untangle with euphoria. Your fingernails dug deep into his back, nearly scratching down his skin as your entire body quivered. Logan releases immediately right after, groaning your name as he cums deep inside of you, letting his warm, white seed shoot through and paint your fleshy walls. Your hips moved slowly onto his cock as you two rode out your sensitive, shared orgasm.

You both panted softly and you whined gently as you moved up, feeling Logan’s cock slowly slide out of you, now sitting on his lap normally. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you already. Your hands caressed his face before you lift his eyepatch up against his forehead, finally seeing both of his loving, intimate eyes. Your lips moved against his in a gentle, passionate kiss that marked the end of your lovemaking.

You were usually clingy at the end of sex, as you would frequently hold onto him like a koala. So there you were, with your arms embracing him tightly, as if he would disappear the very second you let go. Logan stroked your skin affectionately, basking in the afterglow of the beautiful moment.

“So, don’t get me wrong,” you mumble, still merely exhausted, “I love your eyes, but… the eyepatch is just… so fuckin’ sexy. Especially with the white suit, just—everything…”

Logan chuckled humorously at your confession, pressing several gentle kisses on your shoulder.

“Mm? Well, get used to it, bub. We’re gonna be here for a while,” he smirks as he positioned the two of you to lay down beside each other on the bed.

“Oh, I know I will,” you giggle softly, burying your face in his sweat-stained neck.

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Wolverine Masterlist

My requests are open - I am no longer accepting requests for headcannons

Main Masterlist

Multiple part Series

Bruised not Broken - Non mutant Cage fighter logan and reader who is a nurse and helps patch him up after his fight - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Apple of his Eye - Biker!logan x Baker! reader. The tough Biker falls for the kind baker who always has a slice of apple pie for him - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

The Buddy and Scratch series

- Claws and whiskers - You come home with a cat Claws whiskers and paws - Sequel to claws and whiskers Logan's Soft Spot - Logan didn't notice you coming home cause he was busy playing with the dog

Logan X mother nature

- The hidden Sanctuary - Logan meets a dragon

Wild Interuptions - you try and escape wade for some private time with logan

Oneshots

Just keep trying - the reader is upset with themselves because everything they do or say, even in good fate, turns out wrong or the situation gets worse. Logan knows that they meant well so he tries his best to comfort them.

A Caring Gesture - reader who suffers from iron deficiency like one day reader just faint and it took some time for logan to notice makes him very panicked so since then he started putting more attention to you like reminding you to eat healthy stuffs

A wet mess - After a long trip out you decide to wash Logans bike for him

Laughter at 1 AM - Watching Jenna marble tik toks with Logan

Unspoken Understanding - Logan helping reader with anxiety

Domestic Bliss: A Wade Wilson Retrospective - Logan and readers relationship from wades perspective

Beneath the bruises - Meeting cage fighter logan for the first time

A Heart of Adamantium - Valentines day spent with logan

Purple Claws and Velvet Dreams - Logan catches you singing and dancing to Prince’s "Purple Rain" in your pajamas.

NSFW alphabet

SFW alphabet

The plan - Fake boyfriend trope

When the Sunshine Fades - Grumpy!logan x Sunshine!reader something has been bothering reader or something happened, and because of it, she’s just not acting like herself and Logan starts picking up on it

Dancing in the Kitchen - Dancing in the kitchen to 1950's music with logan

Jeff the land shark - The baby shark taking up all the reader’s attention and just being he’s cutie self while making Logan feel extremely jealous.

Something to keep you safe - When Logan has to leave he leaves you with a certain something to keep you company

A clumsy heart - Logan doesn’t take kindly to someone causing his girl Dumb

Surprises in the bedroom - Logan finds out you collect teddies

Between two worlds - Logan with a significant other that’s basically an oujia board? Like they can talk to dead people, maybe possess people or haunt their dreams

Randonauting with the X-Force - Reader, Logan, Wade, and Mary puppins went randonauting together

Casual Affections - It's hard being in love with a man when his heart is with another

Tipsy Affection - When you have a few too many drinks at the halloween party you can't help but want some attention

Costume Confusion - With not long to go till the halloween party you have to come up with a clear idea for a costume

Halloween Heroes - You get to see a different side to Logan once the kids come out trick or treating

Whispers between worlds - Logan Howlett x gn!reader that has the mutation to summon, speak and communicate with ghosts and the undead

Its in the stars - stargazing with Logan Howlett and GN!Reader

Close enough - Logan with a reader who loves physical touch but is kinda scared to initiate it

Five Times You Were Possessive of Logan, and the One Time He Was Possessive of You

Taking care of Logan

Logan helping you recover after ankle surgery

Logan helps werewolf reader with their first transition

My Kitty Cat - Logan hates his nickname, Well that is what he tells people

Missing Cat - Logan realises who you are after losing his memories

In the Shadows - Logan helps reader who has migraines

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healing rain|| old man logan

Okay guys, so you all voted for Healing Rain: and the second one to come out will be Don’t Let This Destroy You. I’m beginning to be on the mend from my sickness (thank god for meds) so I’m hoping to post two of these and then a Charles Xavier oneshot. This is kind of my own storyline and part of the plot at the Munsons house... So bear with me here!

Requested by @house-of-penguin : You’re a human nurse on the run with 11 year old Laura Kinney when Logan Howlett comes spiraling into your life. Much to your shock, you end up falling in love with him- the complete opposite of any man you’d ever imagined yourself being with. After nearly five days on the road together, it comes to your attention that his night terrors are frequent and when you go to comfort him after a bad nightmare, Logan expects you to run out of terror when he reacts the wrong way Needless to say, every fall of rain has the potential to heal. 

Every good story has one thing to it that keeps people on edge; conflict. And for you, a fugitive nurse on the run from your boss with an eleven year old mutant girl, conflict was practically your middle name. You were there when Laura was born, practically raised her in the eleven years you worked for Transigen. They didn’t call you fearless for nothing -- none of the kids mutations bothered you. 

You were one of the few humans who accepted mutants as they were. That was perplexed Logan when the two of you finally met. A human woman who brought a little girl who wasn’t even hers to him, half expecting him to spit at her feet and leave her alone in a run-down motel in El Paso. But her unwavering faith in the man she’d heard of, The Wolverine, was what won- and was how Logan ended up taking her under his wing. The goal was simply to get away from El Paso and Pierce. 

The time you spent with Logan on the road was the most vigorous five days of your entire life. There was bits and pieces where Logan would obtain a wound and take nearly an hour to let you bandage him up...

  “For the last time y/n, I am not letting you patch me up.” Logan growled, swatting your hand away as you went to examine his abdominal wound. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, your fingers wrapping around the lapels of his flannel and pulling him down to your height considering you were a good four inches shorter then he was. 

  “For the LOVE of God, get this through your skull you impossibly stubborn man,” You snapped. “Your healing factor doesn’t work nearly as well as you think it does. Your wounds are bad, and I’m a nurse. So you will let me work on you, or I will throw myself out of this car.” 

It took you ten minutes to bandage him up before you were on the road again. The hostility, the cold facade that he didn’t care about you, the anger... All of the emotions Logan displayed towards you within the first two days dissipated rather quickly when it finally hit him - it was you. The way you smiled when Laura told him off in Spanish, or the tenderness in your ghost touch when you bandaged him, the way you looked death in the face multiple times and told it to screw itself. He hadn’t felt this way since he’d been with Jean, but it was quite clear that Logan cared deeply about you. 

There was only one problem with how the two of you felt about one another; Logan was not vocal about it. It wasn’t he wouldn’t, it was that he couldn’t. Everyone he had ever loved had died right in front of him. Tragedy after tragedy, heartache after heartache... And to have such beauty be pulled from him in a flash.. He wasn’t willing to lose it. 

You had been unsure of yourself for days now- wondering when it was okay to hold Logans hand, to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss his skin. You had been testing the waters with brushes against skin, flirtatious smiles for two days... and it finally worked in your favor in the middle of the night at the Munsons. 

  “Laura love, it’s time to go to sleep.” You whispered, winking at the little girl as she curled up on the sofa and allowed you to cover her with the heavy blanket hanging over the back of the sofa. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, yeah? G’night love.” 

  “Goodnight Mommy.” 

Your feet softly padded against the wooden stairs as you made your way to the room that Mrs. Munson had prepared for you and Logan to share. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of tortured whimpers soon to be petrified screams; only to find that it was coming from the cracked open door of where Logan was sound asleep. 

  “Logan?” You whispered, peering into the guest bedroom. Your sharp eyes scanned the area for intruders, the moon hidden by the incoming storm clouds outside but still casting a silver glow in the small bedroom. You knelt down by the side of the bed and gripped his wrist, moving your fingers up and down the veins in his arms. “Logan, you have to wake up.” 

Logan continued thrashing, struggling to inhale sharp gasps of air as sweat beaded down his forehead and dripped onto the crumpled sheets where his fingers had twisted into the material. You couldn’t help but gasp when the unmistakable sound of unsheathed adamantium rang through the air- your eyes flickering down to find Logans claws only inches away from your stomach. 

  “Y/n?” Logan rasped, his chest heaving as he shot up at the waist and moved to look for your form in the bedroom. “Crap, y/n please tell me-” You gripped his wrist and moved to sit on the foot of the bed, lifting his hand up to your line of sight and gently ran your fingers over the metal of his claws. “What-Why aren’t you- Why aren’t you afraid of me?” 

  “Running? I’m not afraid of this, Logan. People think you’re a caged animal, a ferocious beast thirsty for blood.. But that’s not the man I’ve gotten to know over the past week.” Your eyes brightened as you tilted his chin upward, quickly kissing his cheek before grabbing your sweatshirt. “Come with me.” 

  “Where are we going?” 

Both of you turned toward the open window, where the rain was just beginning to fall, tendrils of water slithering down the glass panes. “Outside.” You replied, tilting your head as Logan hesitantly wrapped his fingers through your own. “My mom used to say that every fall of rain has the potential to heal, and I think that’s exactly what you need right now.” 

The two of you emerged from the house and stood in the driveway, waiting for the rain to fall harder. Thunder boomed in the distance and lightning flickered against the slate grey sky, but Logan never moved to look away from you. Your head was tilted back with a genuinely wide smile spread across your face, your fingers tightly linked with his as the cold rain soaked through all of your clothes. 

You were stunning. Even in the midst of the storm, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And for once in his life, he was happy. 

The most healing rain he’d ever been apart of indeed. 

Logan caught you completely off guard as his fingers slid to your wrists and pulled you flush against him, your chests pressed against one another as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brushed slick y/h/c out of your face. “Y/n,” He whispered in your ear, remarkably loud enough for you to hear despite the thunder in the distance. “I love you.”

A sob broke past your lips as Logan captured your lips in his own, your fingers threading through his salt and pepper hair that was slick with water. When he pulled away first, the both of you immediately started to laugh as the rain came down harder. “It’s about time!” You shrieked, gasping as he spun you around by your waist and buried his face in your neck. “I love you too, by the way. I told you that rain heals!” 

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Night Flight Comics—6222 South State Street Latest Arrivals: Wednesday—March 8th 2017

ABSOLUTE SANDMAN HC VOL 03 [R] ACTION COMICS #975 ACTION COMICS #975 VAR ED ALEXANDER HAMILTON (ONESHOT) ALL NEW FATHOM #2 CVR A RENNA ALL NEW WOLVERINE #18 ALL NEW WOLVERINE #18 BENGAL CONNECTING F VAR ALL NEW WOLVERINE #18 MATTINA VENOMIZED VAR ALL STAR SUPERMAN TP [R] AMAZING SPIDER-MAN RENEW YOUR VOWS #4 [R] ASSASSINS CREED UPRISING #2 CVR B DOUBLELEAF ASTRO CITY #42 AVENGERS AND X-MEN TP AXIS BACK TO THE FUTURE BIFF TO THE FUTURE #2 (OF 6) BACK TO THE FUTURE BIFF TO THE FUTURE #2 (OF 6) SU BATGIRL AND THE BIRDS OF PREY #8 BATGIRL AND THE BIRDS OF PREY #8 VAR ED BATMAN #16 [R] BATMAN A DEATH IN THE FAMILY TP NEW ED [R] BATMAN TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES HC [R] BATMAN BEYOND TP VOL 03 WIRED FOR DEATH [R] BATMAN BREATH MINTS BATMAN IRON ON PATCH BATMAN THRU THE YEARS MUG BATMAN STICKY NOTES BATMAN VINYL STICKER

BEAUTY #12 CVR A HAUN & RAUCH [R] BULLSEYE #1 (OF 5) [R] CANNIBAL TP VOL 01 CAPTAIN AMERICA STEVE ROGERS #13 CAPTAIN AMERICA STEVE ROGERS #13 RANEY VENOMIZED VAR CAPTAIN AMERICA VINYL STICKER CHAMPIONS #1.MU [R] CHARMED #1 CVR A CORRONEY CHARMED #1 CVR B SANAPO CHARMED #1 CVR C GROUP PHOTO CLEAN ROOM #16 [R] COMIC BOOK HISTORY OF COMICS #4 (OF 6) COMIC BOOK HISTORY OF COMICS #4 (OF 6) SUB COPPERHEAD #11 CYBORG #7 [R] DARK SOULS WINTERS SPITE #4 (OF 4) CVR A QUAH DEADPOOL BACK IN BLACK TP [R] DEADPOOL VINYL STICKER DEATHSTROKE #13 [R] DEATHSTROKE #14 DEATHSTROKE #14 VAR ED DEATHSTROKE TP VOL 01 THE PROFESSIONAL (REBIRTH) DETECTIVE COMICS #952 DETECTIVE COMICS #952 VAR ED DIRK GENTLY SALMON OF DOUBT #5 SUB VAR [R] DISNEY DARKWING DUCK #8 DOCTOR STRANGE SORCERERS SUPREME #6 EARTH 2 SOCIETY #22 ELEKTRA #1 [R] ELEPHANTMEN #75 EMPRESS BOOK ONE PREMIERE HC [R] EX MACHINA TP BOOK 01, BOOK 02, BOOK 03 [R] FEW #2 [R] FLASH #17 [R] FLASH #18 FLASH #18 VAR ED FLASH IRON ON PATCH FLASH VINYL STICKER FROSTBITE #5 (OF 6) [R] GHOST IN SHELL DLX RTL HC ED VOL 01.5 [R] GOTHAM ACADEMY SECOND SEMESTER #7 GRASS KINGS #1 GREEN LANTERN IRON ON PATCH GREEN LANTERN VINYL STICKER GREEN VALLEY #6 (OF 9) GFT DAY OF THE DEAD #2 (OF 6) CVR A ORTIZ GFT DAY OF THE DEAD #2 (OF 6) CVR B ROSETE GFT DAY OF THE DEAD #2 (OF 6) CVR C CHATZOUDIS GFT GRIMM TALES OF TERROR VOL 3 #2 A CVR BIFULCO GFT GRIMM TALES OF TERROR VOL 3 #2 B CVR WATSON GFT GRIMM TALES OF TERROR VOL 3 #2 C CVR SANAPO GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #1.MU GWENPOOL #0 BEYRUTH 2ND PTG VAR GWENPOOL #13 HADRIANS WALL #1 (OF 8) 2ND PTG HAL JORDAN AND THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS #16 HAL JORDAN AND THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS #16 VAR ED HARLEY QUINN IRON ON PATCH HARLEY QUINN VINYL STICKER HARROW COUNTY #21 HELLBLAZER #6, #7 [R] HELLBOY AND BPRD 1954 GHOST MOON #1 HELLCHILD THE UNHOLY #4 CVR A MALSUNI HELLCHILD THE UNHOLY #4 CVR B LUIS HELLCHILD THE UNHOLY #4 CVR C REI HELLINA SCYTHE #2 SIX SINS ADULT CVR B HELLINA SCYTHE #2 STUNNING ADULT CVR HULK #2, #3 [R] INVADER ZIM #2, #3 [R] INFAMOUS IRON MAN #5 [R] IVX #5 (OF 6) [R] IVX #6 (OF 6) IVX #6 (OF 6) MICHAEL CHO VAR IVX #6 (OF 6) SYAF INHUMANS VAR IVX #6 (OF 6) X-MEN DODSON VAR JESSICA JONES #6 JESSICA JONES #6 MARQUEZ VAR JESSICA JONES TP VOL 01 ALIAS [R] JIM HENSON STORYTELLER GIANTS #4 JOHN CARTER THE END #2 CVR A BROWN JOHN CARTER THE END #2 CVR B DOE JOKER VINYL STICKER JOSIE & THE PUSSYCATS #5 CVR A REG AUDREY MOK JUPITERS LEGACY TP VOL 01 [R] JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #2 JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #2 VAR ED JUSTICE LEAGUE POWER RANGERS #3 (OF 6) KHAAL #3 (OF 4) CVR A SECHER KINGPIN #2 LADY KILLER 2 #4 LOST BOYS #6 (OF 6) LOW #16 CVR A TOCCHINI LOW #16 CVR C REMENDER LUMBERJANES TP VOL 01 [R] MAN-THING #1 (OF 5) MARVEL ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN ARTFX+ STATUE MIGHTY CAPTAIN MARVEL #2 [R] MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS #0 (3RD PTG) MMW DAREDEVIL HC VOL 11 MONSTERS UNLEASHED #2, #2 LAND MONSTER VAR, #3, #3 (OF 5) YU MONSTER VAR [R] MONSTRESS #10—MARJORIE LIU & SANA TAKEDA [R] MORTAL KOMBAT X TP VOL 01 [R] MOSAIC #5 [R] MOTHER PANIC #1, #2, #3 [R] MOTHER PANIC #4 MOTHER PANIC #4 VAR ED MOTOR CRUSH #4 CVR A TARR MOTOR CRUSH #4 CVR B STEWART MY LITTLE PONY DEVIATIONS MY LITTLE PONY DEVIATIONS MASH-UP VAR NANCY DREW HARDY BOYS #1 CVR A DALTON NANCY DREW HARDY BOYS #1 CVR A DALTON NANCY DREW HARDY BOYS #1 CVR C HACK NEW SUPER MAN #9 NEW SUPER MAN #9 VAR ED NIGHTWING #15 [R] NOVA #4 ODYSSEY OF THE AMAZONS #2 (OF 6) [R] OLD MAN LOGAN #17 [R] OLD MAN LOGAN #19 OLD MAN LOGAN #19 DUARTE VENOMIZED VAR OPTIMUS PRIME #4 SUBSCRIPTION VAR B [R] OVER GARDEN WALL ONGOING #11 [R] PLANET OF APES GREEN LANTERN #2 MAIN CVR PLANETOID PRAXIS #2 (OF 6) POP PINKY & THE BRAIN BRAIN VINYL FIG [R] POWER MAN AND IRON FIST #14 PUSSYCATS SEX DRUGS & IMPOSSIBLE #1 (OF 2) COWGIRL RED DOG #3 (OF 6) FORBES CVR RED DOG #3 (OF 6) VELEZ CVR RED HOOD AND THE OUTLAWS #8 RED HOOD AND THE OUTLAWS #8 VAR ED RED SONJA #2 CVR C COSPLAY [R] REDLINE #1 REDLINE #1 KUETTEL VAR REGGIE AND ME #3 (OF 5) CVR B VAR CHAYKIN ROUGH RIDERS TP VOL 01 [R] SCOOBY APOCALYPSE #11 SCOOBY APOCALYPSE #11 VAR ED SEVEN TO ETERNITY #3 2ND PTG SHADOWS ON THE GRAVE #3 SHERLOCK BLIND BANKER #3 (OF 6) CVR A JAY SHERLOCK BLIND BANKER #3 (OF 6) CVR C QUESTION 6 SILVER SURFER #9 NOW SIZZLE #72 SKYDOLL SUDRA #1 (OF 2) CVR A BARBUCCI SKYDOLL SUDRA #1 (OF 2) CVR B BARBUCCI SKYDOLL SUDRA #1 (OF 2) CVR C BARBUCCI SKYDOLL SUDRA #1 (OF 2) CVR D BARBUCCI SONS OF ANARCHY REDWOOD ORIGINAL #8 SPIDER-MAN DEADPOOL #15 SPONGEBOB COMICS #66 STAR TREK BREATH MINTS STAR TREK GREEN LANTERN VOL 2 #3 [R] STAR TREK WAYPOINT #4 (OF 6) STAR TREK WAYPOINT #4 (OF 6) SUB VAR STAR WARS DOCTOR APHRA #5 STAR WARS DOCTOR APHRA #5 LAMING STAR WARS 40TH AI STARGATE ATLANTIS GATEWAYS #3 TODD THE WRAITH PHOTO SUICIDE SQUAD #13 SUICIDE SQUAD #13 VAR ED SUPERGIRL #7 SUPERGIRL #7 VAR ED SUPERMAN THRU THE YEARS MUG SUPERWOMAN #6 [R] SUPERWOMAN #8 SUPERWOMAN #8 VAR ED THANOS #4 JUSKO CORNER BOX VAR [R] THE MUMMY (HAMMER) #4 (OF 5) CVR A MCCREA THE MUMMY (HAMMER) #4 (OF 5) CVR C PERKINS THROWAWAYS #6 TITANS #9 TMNT ONGOING TP VOL 10 NEW MUTANT ORDER [R] TMNT UNIVERSE #8 TMNT UNIVERSE #8 SUB VAR TORCHWOOD 2 #2 CVR A CARANFA TRANSFORMERS ANNUAL 2017 #1 TRANSFORMERS ANNUAL 2017 #1 SUB VAR TRANSFORMERS LOST LIGHT #3 [R] TRINITY #3, #4 [R] UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL #18 UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL #18 LETH VENOMIZED VAR VENOM BY REMENDER COMPLETE COLLECTION TP VOL 01 [R] VISITOR HOW AND WHY HE STAYED #1 (OF 5) [R] WALKING DEAD COMPENDIUM TP VOL 01 [R] WALKING DEAD TP VOL 01 DAYS GONE BYE [R] WALKING DEAD TP VOL 03 SAFETY BEHIND BARS [R] WICKED & DIVINE #27 CVR A MCKELVIE & WILSON WILD STORM #1 [R] WOLFCOP #3 [R] WOLVERINE OLD MAN LOGAN HC NEW PTG WOLVERINE OLD MAN LOGAN TP [R] WONDER WOMAN #18 WONDER WOMAN #18 VAR ED WONDER WOMAN BREATH MINTS WONDER WOMAN THRU THE YEARS MUG WONDER WOMAN VINYL STICKER WWE #1, #2 MAIN CVR [R] WWE THEN NOW FOREVER #1 (3RD PTG) Y THE LAST MAN TP BOOK 01 [R]

Night Flight Comics—6222 South Stare Street Latest Arrivals: Wednesday—March 8th 2017

[themareverine]

Bond Girl, part 1 | patch!Logan x fem!reader | TEASER

synopsis: the first adjective that leapt to mind the second she’d seen such a thing—obscene. like bait from the possession of man everyone here knew to more vile than any beautiful thing could be. because, if Logan is anything, it’s beautiful. and his taste in jewelry? immaculate.

warnings: patch!Logan, flirting, suggestive themes, part 1 of a co-written little thing, casino atmosphere, booze, gambling, language, ⚠︎

a/n: welcome to my brain the past few days, lol. taking up allllll my headspace. and no I am not announcing the co-author, not yet, it’s a surprise.

: ̗̀➛ IT'S LIVE HERE ！！！

TEASER

“You won this?” turning in her seat, she gently pushes him back with a hand to his chest. “In cards? You always play for cash,” without flinching, she probes for an answer—Logan never bets collateral. He always plays for money, or, on occasion, information.

It was how she’d come to know “Patch”—Logan. The man of Madripoor. In all her months of watching him play, she’d only ever seen him accept collateral one other time—she protected the Van Cleef on her arm nearly with her life.

“It has to be worth a small fortune,” quietly she turned back to the mirror, slightly entranced by the diamond’s brilliance.

He chuckled, “Not small enough,” his finger brushes a tendril of curl hanging from the simple pins at the base of her neck. “Wasn’t thinkin’ about how much it cost, sweetheart. Too busy imaginin’ you wearin’ it to bed,” strong hands skim down the neckline of the dress, an elegant yellow satin slip cut dangerously up the thigh, thin and leaving mostly nothing to imagination.

“But I guess this’ll do for now, hm?”

Willpower of the gods had somehow propelled her out of the chair, hand in his as he’d tugged her against his chest. Arms fortressing around her softness, holding her closer than sin. She finds herself lost under the heavy of his gaze, even as her fingers trail up the sleeves of his suit jacket.

Crisp as snow, it cuts him perfectly, as if designed for him in pristine, laser focus. Sublime detail. He’s warm. Chases away the slight chill pebbling the skin of her arms, the A/C of the hotel suite more tangible than ever.

“For now,” she’d echoed with a small smile, amusement passing through her tone. Its tone is light with a breath, but low. Simmering. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll ask about that active imagination of yours later.” Hand finding his cheek, she guided him into a slow, unhurried kiss. “Feel lucky tonight, Lo?” Words murmuring against his lips, his head angled to deepen the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers.

His chuckle was light, entertained as his fingers traced along the straps at the back of her dress. “Ain’t about feelin’ lucky,” tipping her chin up, he smiled at her darkly. With purpose, reverence. “But if it makes you feel better—you bet, sugar.”

Absolutely obscene.

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[nanivinsmoke]

PYSKINKTOBER

welcome to PYSKINKTOBER! im you’re host, nani, and we got a few games to play! before we start, you might be wondering what is PSYKINKTOBER, well it’s a new thing im starting—it’s still kinktober but I wanted to add some psychotic oneshots to the mix.

all PYSKINKTOBER one shots will be tagged with trigger warnings when needed to. some of these might not get done, but ill let you guys know!

in the meantime, who’s ready to to play?

PRESS PLAY

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PAPARAZZI . ❥ mma!fighter toji x fem!reader — ROUND ONE + tw: stalking

summary ❥ the story of how the paparazzi changed the life of the strongest mma fighter. heavily inspired by lady gaga’s song ‘ NSFW CONT ‘

DADDY’S DEALINGS ❥ patch!wolverine x fem!reader — ROUND TWO   summary ❥ dont fuck with him while he’s working. you knew that, but what happens when you try to fuck on him during work? ' NSFW CONT '

KNOCK THAT KITTY CAT OUT! ❥ old!manlogan x f!reader — ROUND THREE   summary ❥ everything and everyone seems to stress the old man out, what happens when he takes it all out on you? title inspired by sir mix a lot ' NSFW CONT '

S(C)ARRIE STORIES ❥ supernatural x fem!reader — ROUND FOUR   summary ❥ whatever you do, don’t let the winchester brothers convince you to watch scary movies with you—especially while you’re high.

AND I CAME! ❥ dbf!toji x fem!reader — ROUND FIVE

summary ❥ handing out candy to trick-o-treaters with him should be easy, right? inspired by love game by lady gaga ' NSFW CONT '

HURTS SO GOOD ❥ laststand!logan x fem!reader — BONUS ROUND ONE   summary ❥ you find out logan has a pain kink. ' NSFW CONT '

NIGHTMARE ON KINK STREET ❥ tf!sukuna x fem!reader — BONUS ROUND TWO   summary ❥ scary movies before bed? seems like you’re just asking for a scare. ' NSFW CONT '

[themareverine]

all my pieces—drabbles, oneshots, series, etc. mostly writing for Hugh Jackman characters, with focus on Wolverine. see my pinned for recents and incomings. ©️ themareverine 2025.

CONTENT LEGEND —

⚠︎— PG-13/spicy please note, I'm a SFW writer and don't write smut, but my stuff should be considered PG-13 and do contain adult themes due to language and implied scenarios/innuendo. 💛— fluff/domestic 💔— angst/trauma 🔗— associated with a series 🎉 — celebrations 🎀— requests/asks

MASTERLIST —

↬ Logan Howlett/Wolverine

⇁ SERIES

🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Mare & the Wolverine - AU!Origins!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Until We Fall - Worst!Logan Howlett x fem!OC

⇁ ONESHOTS

🔗💛 Wild Man- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 Bed of Bones - The Long Night!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Designated Driver - oldman!Logan x fem!OC 🎉💛 Closer to Hell - shortking!DP&WLogan x fem!OC 🔗💔 Who We Are - dofp!Logan x mutant!fem!OC 🎉 ⚠︎ God Laughs - dofp!Logan x fem!OC ⚠︎ 💛 Only When It’s Right - Logan Howlett x fem!OC

⇁ DRABBLES SERIES

A King & His Castle - oldman!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💛 IN YOU, MY FORTRESS 🔗💛🎀 UNDER DAYLIGHT

Toy Soldiers - worst!Wolverine x fem!OC ⚠︎ 💛 TOY SOLDIERS - worst!wolverine x fem!OC

⇁ COLLABS ⚠︎ Bond Girl ⸝ part I - Patch!Logan x fem!reader (collab w/ @ bpmiranda)

⇁ DRABBLES

💛 Garfield Morning Coffee- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 💛 He’s Not You- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 💛 Subaru, It's You - worst!Logan x fem!OC 💛 Top Eight - worst!Logan x fem!OC drabble 💛 Good Trouble - worst!Logan x fem!reader

↬ Eddie Alden, Someone Like You

©️ themareverine 2025. Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI. Layout inspired by @ ovaryacted

[themareverine]

⌕ with Wolverine. © themareverine 2025.

⇁ RECENT WORKS* Bond Girl ⸝ part I - Patch!Logan x fem!reader Under Daylight - oldman!Logan x fem!wife!OC

⇁ IN PROGRESS* The Sea Wolf, part 1 - pirate!Logan x fem!reader [untitled] - Dofp!Logan x plus!reader continuation Stone Cold - Weapon X/The Long Night!Logan (TEASER, holding) Virginal - DoFP! Logan (SYNOPSIS, holding)

*note 01/13/25. i tag all my pieces xreader and will be doing so for the foreseeable future, though i primarily write from a third POV. i maintain that "you" is not a grammatically correct POV, and while i'll sometimes dabble with this, most of my works revolve around a Logan x nameless!fem! pairing. do with this as you will, curate your content, and if you don't like, don't read. thanks, bub

⇁ taglist

❝ I will praise you, LORD. Although you were angry with me, your anger has turned away and you have comforted me.❞ - Wolverine quoting Isaiah 12:1, X-Men: The Animated Series, Nightcrawler

TAGS —

themareverine: navigation - my main pinned post featuring my recent works, upcomings, news pieces, some fun intro stuff, and my maserlist. mare writes - my writing pieces, be it series works, oneshots, drabbles, etc. thoughts mare rambles - literally anything pertaining to my interests, most of my stuff is blogged this. marry me 💍- usually associated with Hugh Jackman or Logan Howlett/Wolverine. recent tag for me. ask mare - asks mare’s moots 💛- interaction with mutuals, ya'll keep that stuff comin'! for later - stuff i plan to read later but want on my blog to find. this is miriam - a new one for me! more of the real me, not the feral mareverine. for more intimate, personal stuffs. themareverine: taglist 🏷️ - if you want to be added, just DM or ask! WolverNation 💌 - my Wolverine discord it's a favorite - a few of the things i absolutely love a lot.

⇁ WolverNation 💌 letterboxed

all my pieces—drabbles, oneshots, series, etc. mostly writing for Hugh Jackman characters, with focus on Wolverine. see my pinned for recents and incomings. ©️ themareverine 2024

⚠︎— PG-13/spicy please note, I'm a SFW writer and don't write smut, but my stuff should be considered PG-13 and do contain adult themes due to language and implied scenarios/innuendo. 💛— fluff/domestic 💔— angst/trauma 🔗— associated with a series 🎉 — celebrations 🎀— requests/asks

MASTERLIST —

↬ Logan Howlett/Wolverine

⇁ SERIES

🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Mare & the Wolverine - AU!Origins!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Until We Fall - Worst!Logan Howlett x fem!OC

⇁ ONESHOTS

🔗💛 Wild Man- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 Bed of Bones - The Long Night!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💔💛 ⚠︎ Designated Driver - oldman!Logan x fem!OC 🎉💛 Closer to Hell - shortking!DP&WLogan x fem!OC 🔗💔 Who We Are - dofp!Logan x mutant!fem!OC 🎉 ⚠︎ God Laughs - dofp!Logan x fem!OC ⚠︎ 💛 Only When It’s Right - Logan Howlett x fem!OC

⇁ DRABBLES SERIES

A King & His Castle - oldman!Logan Howlett x fem!OC 🔗💛 IN YOU, MY FORTRESS 🔗💛🎀 UNDER DAYLIGHT

⚠︎ 💛 TOY SOLDIERS - worst!wolverine x fem!OC

⇁ COLLABS ⚠︎ Bond Girl ⸝ part I - Patch!Logan x fem!reader (collab w/ @ bpmiranda)

⇁ DRABBLES

💛 Garfield Morning Coffee- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 💛 He’s Not You- Logan Howlett x fem!OC 💛 Subaru, It's You - worst!Logan x fem!OC 💛 Top Eight - worst!Logan x fem!OC drabble 💛 Good Trouble - worst!Logan x fem!reader

↬ Eddie Alden, Someone Like You

↬ Charlie Kenton, Real Steel

⇁ ONESHOTS

pending: Op Ed - Charlie Kenton x fem!reader

©️ themareverine 2025. Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI. minors DNI, i block ageless and blank blogs. header @ loganhowlctt.

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

So, I have two questions...

Patch Logan? I am intrigued. I need to know more, who is this handsome stranger (stranger to me, anyway), and why is he so...🥵?

How did you manage to drag me into yet another series so easily?

Being totally honest, we already know the answer to #2. You're just that good. But I'm still interested to see what you have to say regarding #1.

And obviously, I am here, glued to my seat, for whatever comes next!

Bond Girl, part 1 | patch!Logan x fem!reader | TEASER

synopsis: the first adjective that leapt to mind the second she’d seen such a thing—obscene. like bait from the possession of man everyone here knew to more vile than any beautiful thing could be. because, if Logan is anything, it’s beautiful. and his taste in jewelry? immaculate.

warnings: patch!Logan, flirting, suggestive themes, part 1 of a co-written little thing, casino atmosphere, booze, gambling, language, ⚠︎

a/n: welcome to my brain the past few days, lol. taking up allllll my headspace. and no I am not announcing the co-author, not yet, it’s a surprise.

TEASER

“You won this?” turning in her seat, she gently pushes him back with a hand to his chest. “In cards? You always play for cash,” without flinching, she probes for an answer—Logan never bets collateral. He always plays for money, or, on occasion, information.

It was how she’d come to know “Patch”—Logan. The man of Madripoor. In all her months of watching him play, she’d only ever seen him accept collateral one other time—she protected the Van Cleef on her arm nearly with her life.

“It has to be worth a small fortune,” quietly she turned back to the mirror, slightly entranced by the diamond’s brilliance.

He chuckled, “Not small enough,” his finger brushes a tendril of curl hanging from the simple pins at the base of her neck. “Wasn’t thinkin’ about how much it cost, sweetheart. Too busy imaginin’ you wearin’ it to bed,” strong hands skim down the neckline of the dress, an elegant yellow satin slip cut dangerously up the thigh, thin and leaving mostly nothing to imagination.

“But I guess this’ll do for now, hm?”

Willpower of the gods had somehow propelled her out of the chair, hand in his as he’d tugged her against his chest. Arms fortressing around her softness, holding her closer than sin. She finds herself lost under the heavy of his gaze, even as her fingers trail up the sleeves of his suit jacket.

Crisp as snow, it cuts him perfectly, as if designed for him in pristine, laser focus. Sublime detail. He’s warm. Chases away the slight chill pebbling the skin of her arms, the A/C of the hotel suite more tangible than ever.

“For now,” she’d echoed with a small smile, amusement passing through her tone. Its tone is light with a breath, but low. Simmering. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll ask about that active imagination of yours later.” Hand finding his cheek, she guided him into a slow, unhurried kiss. “Feel lucky tonight, Lo?” Words murmuring against his lips, his head angled to deepen the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers.

His chuckle was light, entertained as his fingers traced along the straps at the back of her dress. “Ain’t about feelin’ lucky,” tipping her chin up, he smiled at her darkly. With purpose, reverence. “But if it makes you feel better—you bet, sugar.”

Absolutely obscene.

taglist: @thevoicefromanotherworld @sidkneeeee @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @eternallyfrustratedwriter @ayamenimthiriel @pandapetals @bpmiranda @Misscrissfemmefatale