Yes I'm off-putting and I have issues with emotional regulation and engage in hobbies in limited fleeting ways and I'm full of microplastics but I'm also full of love
Logan would call you a brat and roll his eyes as he firmly drags you home because you’re too drunk and starting to pick fights but kisses your forehead and brings you water while laughing about the hangover ur gonna have tomorrow but knows he’ll do anything to take care of you including driving across town to that bakery you love at 8am to get you your favorite donuts but he denies doing it for you (hes a total softie)
while Clark would be so patient and sweet as you almost start a fight with a man because he bumped into you and didn’t say excuse me (which is so rude btw) and would gently diffuse the situation as he takes you by the wrist and leads you out of the bar after paying your tab. He nods along as you tell him what a jerk that guy was and wipes your tears when you drunkenly cry and makes u breakfast the next morning as you nurse your hangover.
First the Logan one is so accurate that man would tease the hwll out of you for being drunk and sweating you weren’t LOL and he is such a softie and would go at 8am to get your favorite donuts to see you smile and still laugh that you have a hangover 🤣 love him so much AHHH!
And Clark is a cutie too 🙂↕️ he would definitely try to diffuse the situation as calm as he could and then pay the tab because he’s a gentleman and the right thing to do lol Also wiping your drunk tears OMG 😭
A/N: YES i am writing about video game pookie I can't get over how cute he is. i also dont how i should refer this variant so im just going with wolverine for now. wrote it semi-based on trailer scenes lol
Warnings: Fluff, reader is an ambiguous height and GN, drinking, smoking, twisted tango implied at the end
The street was almost empty,
streetlights and neon signs reflected against puddles of water left behind by an earlier storm - It was calm now. The night sky was mostly clear with a few almost invisible clouds that blocked a few stars from any star gazers.
Outside the bar was a few men, quietly talking and smoking their fair share of cigarettes, ashing and leaving the butts on the ground, joining the litter left behind from other patrons.
One of them noted a man- Logan, and give him a side-eye as he crossed the empty road to the hole-in-wall bar. Logan wishes the guy would give him a reason. He's been fighting all day and he would just love one more, just to finish the night off just right.
The man looks away, either not wanting a fight- or not wanting a fight with him. Good instincts, and he's got a date he's late for anyway.
The bell above the door dinged when he walked in. It was warm, and humid inside compared to the cool evening air. Soft rock played on a busted looking radio behind the counter, surrounded by a wall full of various types of liquor. The bartender spares Logan a glance before returning to his tasks. It was quiet, and empty- rare most nights but he appreciates it this time
His drink was already there, sitting on a napkin and waiting for him. He groans as he sits on the stool, grabbing the glass and gulping the Jim Beam down in one swig. He sets it down on the wood with a clink,
"Hey, another." He waves to the bartender.
"You're not going to even savor it?"
Your voice reaches him, before the smell of your perfume, and finally your hand on his arm. He grumbles, not bothering replying with anything snarky. The bartender pours him another glass, looking at both you and Logan and sliding it back to him. Logan gives him a slight tip of his hat as thanks, before before man disappears.
"I talked to Jean," Your voice turns low just in case someone was listening in the empty bar, "She and Storm got the kids back safely. They're working locating any families now."
Logan nods, taking another large swig of the bourbon, letting it burn his tongue and throat- savoring it, as you would say.
"Lo, you're so tense." You move in closer. "You did a great thing today."
"I just did what needed to be done." He shakes his head. "I want to bring these assholes down. Figure out what they're trying to do."
"We know what they're trying to do." Your hand wrapped around his, "But let's forget about it tonight- you saved those kids. Now we can just take a moment to breath."
"You saved those kids too." He finally looks up at you. You smiled, leaning over to cup his cheek.
"You did all the hard stuff....Now c'mon cowboy, I want to dance."
You hop off your stool, still holding onto his hand and waiting for him to follow. he finishes off his glass and obliges. He pulls you close, an arm wrapping around your waist, and allowing no space for your bodies. You quickly grabbed his hat, placing it on your own head.
"Thief," He mutters teasingly, buying him a cheeky grin from you.
Your bodies rock together to the slow rock song, never minding the world around you. Your hand in his, your stared into his eyes like he was your world.
This is what he loved about you. The way you could make him ease up. There's barely a conversation held between you but already the weight on his shoulders have faded just by seeing you smile. You help him savor the little moment, and remember what life's all about. He spins you, and then dips you. His hat nearly falls off your head, but he catches it just as he stands you up, placing it back on his head. The song ends, and he lifts your hand to kiss the back of it.
You hum approvingly at his gesture, staninding close so you can stetch your arms over his shoulders, with his hands on your hips. You pick at some lint on his flannel, "So, do you want another drink, or call it a night and go back to our room?"
"Mm." He grumbles, something he likes to do a lot, "We can go back, but I ain't calling it a night yet darling, not with you here with me"
I know I say this all the time but I’ll say it again, the way you set up the scene and the vibes were about to get into is incredible! The reflection of the puddle, the men outside smoking, Logan wanting to beat up someone (LOL) and how it was inside the bar just AMAZING!
The way they slow danced too AHHH it was so intimate and feeling like they’re the only ones in the room *sighs softly and how reader immediately makes him feel better 😭
“The way you could make him ease up. There's barely a conversation held between you but already the weight on his shoulders have faded just by seeing you smile.”
SOO beautiful and pookie deserves that so much!! I’m just swooning!!
And that last line POOKIE 🤭
"We can go back, but I ain't calling it a night yet darling, not with you here with me"
Such a great start to using 2026Wolverine! Logan 🥰🥰🥰
To help with your writing inspo✨ I’ll pick 70s logan and logan showing you how to play pool on a date 🤭
(You can make it as fluffy or smutty as you want!!)
Pool
70s! Logan Howlett
A/N: why is he so hot wtf. Also implied sexy times at the end
"When you're down to the 8-ball, you have to call where you're shooting it," He points with the end of pool cue, before bending over the table, aiming the pool cue towards the bottom of the cue ball, "Top left corner"
You nodded slowly, using your own pool stick to lean on and watch him, pretending you were listening but rather more just admiring how he looked bent over the table. His unfairly, incredibly handsome face full of concentration. His jeans hugged his ass and thighs nicely, the fabric stretching around him. The muscles of his arms flexed as he worked on getting the perfect shot, he had a flannel on but took it off during the game- you think likely to show off his biceps since his shirt looks like it's going to rip apart any second.
He pulled the pool cue back, before a ping! of the stick connecting to the ball sounded, clacking against the 8-ball, it bounces around the walls of the table before slowly rolling to the top left corner- as Logan called it- tittering over the edge and finally falling into the hole.
He stands up, arms opened up with a cocky smirk. "That's the game."
"Yes, good game" You smile straightening up and walking close to him. "However, a true gentleman would have let me won the first time I ever played."
He grins, "Well than how are you supposed to learn?"
You scoff and rolled your eyes, turning away from him to return you pool cue to the rack on the wall but an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against him.
"Alright, alright, let me show you a few more tricks first."
He sets the pool cue aside, reaching for his cigar that was resting in an ash tray to take a quick hit of it, watching you with something devilish in his eyes before replacing it as he blows a big puff of smoke into the air.
He grabs the 8-ball, setting it in a random spot on the table, as well as the cue ball, placing it in a position off towards the end of the table. He then pulled you towards him, a hand on your back to encourage you to bend over, and placing the pool cue in your hands. He stands over you, arms wrapping around you to help you aim the cue correctly.
You could feel him. His hips pressed against your ass, his broad chest leaning against your back. His breath was warm against your ear.
"Call it," He murmurs.
You felt warmth low in your belly, shaking your head at him. You examine the placement of the balls. "Okay...Left center."
"Good girl." He hums. "Now when you're aiming..."
His hands rest over yours. You can hear him explaining but you weren't listening. All you can think about is his warmth, the smell of the his cologne and his cigar that clung to him, and his erection that he's very obviously grinding against you.
"Now shoot,"
You listened, pulling the cue back and letting Logan's hands lead you. The balls clacked together, rolling around the table. At first you thought the 8-ball wouldn't go in the hole you called, but it clacks against the cue ball once more, giving it the final push for it to slide into the hole. You laughed,
"Amazing." Logan praises lowly. "You'll be beating me before you know it, darling."
He lifts up from you just a bit, allowing you to turn around and face him while leaning against the table. You lift your head up to him, raising your brow when you catch his expression. It's soft, and thoughtful- not the arrogant look you seen him give you all night.
His hand cups your cheek,sliding into your hair and without another word he leans in and kisses you. He's gentle at first, but quickly tends intense. you felt his tongue lick against your lips and you opened them to allow him in.
His hands went down to your thighs, lifting you up onto the table and settling himself between your legs. His kisses slow down and he parts from you, leaving you breathless. When you open your eyes, you notice he's looking around the empty bar.
"Where'd everyone go?" He mutters with a confused smirk.
"Jack gave me the keys to close up when you were in the bathroom." Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. "It's just you and me, baby."
He laughs, his hands tugging your hips closer against him. "See what you do to me? Don't notice anything when you're around, I only see you."
I’d definitely be hearing “blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff” when he’d tell me how to play pool bending over like that 🥴
His jeans hugged his ass and thighs nicely, the fabric stretching around him. The muscles of his arms flexed as he worked on getting the perfect shot, he had a flannel on but took it off during the game-you think likely to show off his biceps since his shirt looks like it's going to rip apart any second.
LIKE COME ON HE KNOWS HES TEASING SO BADLY!!!
You could feel him. His hips pressed against your ass, his broad chest leaning against your back. His breath was warm against your ear.
"Call it," He murmurs.
All you can think about is his warmth, the smell of the his cologne and his cigar that clung to him, and his erection that he's very obviously grinding against you.
Reading this OMGGG his presence feels so suffocating in the BEST way and all you want is just him which is so intoxicating!!!
AND THEN
"See what you do to me? Don't notice anything when you're around, I only see you."
IM AM GOING TO EXPLODE I LOVE IT 🥹🥰 THANK YOU VAN!!! This blurb was everything and I’m going to be re-reading over and over!!! 💗💐
did you say "give me logan and a scenario" bc i got chu van<3333
make him wear a pretty thong and model for reader😈
Like Artwork
Worst Wolverine
Warnings: Naked pookie, sexy times implied
"You look good like this."
Logan smirked, shifting his hips a bit. "This a good view for you darling?"
"Absolutely."
You stuck the end of your pencil between your teeth, gently chewing on the wood as your eyes traced over Logan's form on the couch. You had him stretch out along the couch, make himself comfortable. He had one leg propped up on cushion of a couch, then other hanging off the edge. An arm behind his head, and the other strewn lazily across his torso. He had a indifferent expression on his face, with his hair messy (something you went and played with after he got into a position you were satisfied with)
Your eyes grazed over him, admiring his pectorals down to the hair and muscle of his belly before they landed on the center of him. Heat bloomed in your cheeks at the sight, and warmth growing low in your belly. You nearly bit your pencil in half when it hit just how good he looked.
His cock was half hard, partially covered by an ill-fitting thong- one of yours, and you're surprised Logan managed to even get it on without it ripping in half. The pink of the satin fabric looked good against the flushed skin of his length, and the hairy thick bush that nearly swallowed the thong itself. The thing string hung on his hips, pulled tight and straining against his size.
"Getting distracted already darling? You barely started..."
You let out a flustered laugh, looking down at the blank pages. You needed to start, just a simple line to begin with. Your eyes looked back up over the sketch paper once more. You tossed it aside and walked over to the couch where he looked up at you with a smirk and a raised brow.
"You know, sometimes..." You straddle his lap, leaning in to press a quick and messy kiss to his lips. "You need a little help in feeling inspired to make the art."
Reader is SO real for tossing that sketch book and wanting more inspiration 🤭😏
And admiring his body YESSSS
Your eyes grazed over him, admiring his pectorals down to the hair and muscle of his belly before they landed on the center of him.Heat bloomed in your cheeks at the sight, and warmth growing low in your belly.
Pookie is just the perfect model and I would have bit that pencil in half right away LOL this is such a fun read 🥰
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