keep walkin', bub

indie wolverine roleplay blog - earth-616 / headcanon based with some film influence. multiverse / multi ship / mutuals only. est. 11/2024

[morinotsume]

There’s a part of me as wild an’ fierce as my namesake. I’m a hard man.. given to hard ways.. when I fight, it’s to win. That isn’t pretty, an’ it sure isn’t nice. But bein’ a man.. that means choosin’ to grow an’ change an’ put aside the old ways.

James Howlett Logan 🍺 Wolverine

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earth-616 / headcanon based with some movie/cartoon influence 🍺 rping since 2013 🍺 est 11/2024 🍺 wrangled by manda

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[morinotsume]

@predctory // She doesn’t stop. “Just your bike?” she smirks, biting back a chuckle. “You’d look good with a tail, Logan.” (BUTT PLUG)

The book snapped shut, his head thumping back into the armchair cushion so he could look up at her. "Mind outta the gutter, pussycat. You're s'posed to be here as a role model, remember?"

[morinotsume]

@zimwy // breathy, bratty, and mean, ❝ did i say .. you could stop? ❞

Oh, Bucky was feisty tonight...

All this sneaking around was like to drive Logan to drink more than he already did, so he'd begun work on something that he hoped would give them both a little more room to breathe. Hoped Bucky wouldn't take it as him wanting to hide what they were, but allow them the space to exist without all the pressure of other people. A house, more than a cabin but certainly not a mansion, way out in the middle of the untamed woods where they could exist not as Avengers, not as bloodstained weapons of war, but as themselves. As brutally honest as that could be.

And like any cheesy movie, as soon as he'd finished the project he'd challenged Bucky to a race and they'd hopped on their bikes, Logan's Harley kicking up gravel while Bucky's crotch-rocket hugged the pavement, jockeying and teasing back and forth until they left any semblance of maintained roads and disappeared into no-man's-land. The house was up on a hill, overlooking a pond he hoped to stock with fish once it filled in properly, and mostly finished save a few minor touches.

It had a bed, most importantly -- not that they made it that far.

Logan had gotten a fire going and they'd wound up simply sprawled on the living room floor, sweet teasing swiftly turning heavy as the isolation, the freedom really set in. They were alone out here, no one to hear or see or judge, and Bucky...

well, Bucky was in rare form. Funny how someone could be so in control with his face planted on freshly-lacquered hardwood flooring.

Logan smirked, gave Bucky's perfect behind a firm smack. "Now baby, I know you ain't tryin' to boss me..." He leaned down, nipped the shell of Bucky's ear as his hips gave an agonizingly, teasingly slow roll - almost all the way out, then back in so his hips pressed against his lover's soft rump. "Built this house for you 'n all..."

[morinotsume]

She’s draped off the back of the armchair he’s sitting in like a skinned fox, the tip of her tail batting against the side of his head in a staccato rhythm. She’s bored, if you couldn’t tell.

"Greer, darlin'..." he rumbled softly, not taking his eyes off the book he was trying -- and failing -- to read, "keep flickin' me with yer tail like than an' I'll turn it into a fancy decoration for th' back of my bike."

[gimmespeed]

Tommy shrugged, “Nah, I don't think its dumb. She loves that kinda stuff, Wanda can be a very sentimental lady.” 

He had seen it firsthand when he had found an old picture of the original family in the old Leonia house and given it to her. She had been appreciative of the gesture, but Tommy had started to get a bit uncomfortable when she had started to cry, telling him about how she wished she could've known them when they were little as well, not just as teenagers.

“So, you comin' with?”

He didn't give much time for Logan to give a response before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along. When the world stilled, the scene was very different than the doorway of Tommy's crappy little apartment. The mountain loomed on the horizon, and the valley in front of them was full of fields of brightly blooming wildflowers.

“Y'know which one we're looking for or is it just a ‘pick whatever we see and hope its right' situation?”

[morinotsume]

Logan couldn't help a fond, if somewhat faint smile at the analysis of Wanda as a 'sentimental lady'. She sure was, that was the catalyst for this little adventure after all. She'd been a little forlorn for a couple of days following her birthday, but he'd seen a bright smile when she had told him about how her mother used to celebrate she and Pietro's birthday (or at least, the one they chose to celebrate, the day Django and Marya had been entrusted with the baby twins).

He had exactly two seconds to say he'd rather not, before -- "Hurp--" -- he was nabbed and dragged along with Tommy. And he had enough time to think about how much he hated speedsters as the world twisted inside-out before he was dumped on his feet again with only a lingering, head-spinning thought of kid's pretty strong as he shook the dizziness out. "Cripes…" Slowly, he looked around, gaining his bearings. The fields were awash in flowers, a kaleidoscope of colors up and down the foothills. "Ah… pink. She said they're pink. With little purple bits in the center."

[fudamnshi]

”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me

[kiiwii-is-not-okay]

"time heals all wounds" WRONG! time is ripping into me with a cheese grater

[muddyswirls]

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[morinotsume]

[ idgaf how unpopular it is or how much flack i get for it i will remain delulu about furaha until marvel disappoint me bc tell me how exactly this babie is anybody's but logan's and who but those two deserve to have a sweet babie girl come on ffs ]

[morinotsume]

[ my algorithm on both facebook AND tiktok keep feeding me the pragmata diana dancing video and since i'm not gonna get to play the game i'll just pretend it's logan and elsie-dee catching up sometime in the future to have space adventures ]

[gimmespeed]

“Billy'd probably forgive a mosquito for biting him if he had the option, so that's really not saying much.” He countered, leaning his shoulder against the door frame.

Tommy's expression softened just a little bit, a real blink and you'd miss it moment, when Logan mentioned Wanda and needing his help with something for her. After so many years spent without a real family, one that actually cared, he always found himself eager to do what he could to be around Wanda, even if it meant helping people he was feeling chilly towards.

“Ugh, fine. Whattdya need?”

[morinotsume]

Well, that wasn't wrong. He'd seen the scene Brand made at the wedding, and was shocked (and a little impressed) that neither of them had done anything about it. Just let her disrupt the good time and then walk out on her own power. One had to be a good person to let somebody get away with that.

"Fair enough." With a small sigh Logan shifted his stance again; loosening up, arms coming down to tuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. At least the kid was open to the idea. "Alright, so. Do you remember that mountain y'all tracked her to back during the, uh, Doom thing? Wundagore? There's a flower that grows there. Says her Ma used to pick 'em and hang 'em above her bed when she was little. So I figger if I can get a few of those, get 'em cultivated, she might forgive me for not knowin' her birthday."

He paused, made a low grunting noise of irritation. "Sounds dumb sayin' it out loud - it ain't dumb is it?"

[morinotsume]

[ i am in fact booting up the sims to play barbies in CAS tonight ]

[gimmespeed]

↝ @morinotsume ┊ 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw.

“D'ya remember the time where you tried to kill my brother? And my mom? That's a helluva way to get a guy to trust you, y'know.” Tommy rushed up close to him, staring him down before moving back again to a safer distance away. 

It wasn't that he disliked Wolverine, it was more that he felt a need to stand up for him family. Sure, they were more than capable of protecting themselves, but he couldn't help himself. Tommy also enjoyed pushing other people's buttons, trying to find weaker places or things that he could bother them with if he ever needed to.

[morinotsume]

Logan knew he hated Pietro. Hated that guy with every fiber of his being, no one could get under his skin like the damn speedster could. So really, why should he be surprised the nephew was just as irritating? Folding his arms over his chest, he had to fight to restrain the scowl that grew at the kid's taunting.

He'd promised Wanda he'd behave.

"An' I've apologized to Wanda and your brother for it. Case you forget I was at the weddin' too." Not necessarily by choice, but the Richardses had vouched for him. "Which is more 'n I can say for ol' buckethead, yet you trust him just fine. Anyway I wouldn't be here if I didn't need yer help." His stance shifted, swaying his weight from one foot to the other. "Been wantin' this to come from her, but I kinda got myself in the doghouse, an' I figger gettin' a hand from one 'a you two might win me back a little favor. See, me an' Wanda..." Hell, he was going to have to say it out loud, and he was realizing it was the first time. "Been seein' each other, goin' on a year now. 'Cept I never got around to findin' out when her birthday is 'til she let me know I missed it by a couple weeks. Think I can twist yer arm into helpin' me out?"

[phoenixbcrn]

Jean's eyes had been on Logans the whole time he had been silent. She tried to see if she could figure out what he was thinking. In a way she knew, he had been thinking about what she said considering it, taking it all in. Something about it excited her. He was considering it, knowing they both were in the right place now. Both had taken on the responsibilities of children. She leaned into his thumb as it brushed over her cheekbone. Her hand reached up to touch his cheek. "For you to be absolutely sure you want this as much as I do."

[morinotsume]

Sometimes he wondered if he shouldn't let her try probing his mind, see if she could make sense of the quagmire of so many years of memory and mistreatment. The conclusion he came to was always the same, though -- that she shouldn't have to hold that burden in her own mind, once she'd peeked behind the veil. Maybe one day, maybe if he doesn't have a choice in the matter, maybe if he gets lost again... but not today. Today he simply had to speak honestly, and hope...

No, know... that she would feel his sincerity.

"Jeannie..." He exhaled slowly, his own head tilting into the soft touch of her hand. "You know it ain't about want." Logan often hated how inelegant he sounded at times. He'd been well educated, once upon a time. An arrested education to be sure, but still. Taking another breath, he focused deeply on her eyes, and whatever explanation, whatever platitude had been developing died on his tongue. He didn't need psychic powers to see the certainty in those eyes... and feel a bit more brave, himself.

Brave enough to chuckle softly, pull her in closer to his chest. "Just hope they take more after you. Don't need any more short, angry hairballs runnin' around."

[morinotsume]

❝ watch me ride you. ❞

The instruction carried further, silent caveat, but to Logan it was crystal clear:

look, but don't touch.

Most of the time Bucky enjoyed a fair amount of manhandling, being pushed and pulled and folded into whatever shape Logan desired -- but sometimes Bucky pressed his advantage. Times like this, when he was wearing something gloriously scandalous that he certainly didn't want destroyed due to Logan's impatience. Silk in dark blue, edged in black silk, hugging in the right spots and loose in others, pooling around his lover's thighs where they rested at either side of Logan's waist. Concealing both their hips, hiding his erection where it strained against the snug little backless number that completed the ensemble.

Obediently, Logan moved his hands, sliding them down Bucky's thighs to tuck up under his head, satisfied that only his eyes and his cock should be enjoying Bucky right now. "I'm watchin'," he said softly, expression only too adoring as he drunk in Bucky's visage.

So strikingly different from his day-to-day. So soft, so feminine. He knew Bucky sometimes still feared being fully authentic with Logan... if only he could make Bucky know how wrong that notion was.

He'd just have to show him. "Move for me, baby doll. I'm dyin' to watch you like this..."

[morinotsume]

@hcrctic // from here

He wasn't going to complain when Wanda decided to to chase her own pleasure; he went where her hands guided, did what she asked, and the only question lingering on his mind was where she was getting the energy to keep going like this... Logan could go for hours without even breaking a sweat; more than one night had ended with him simply forgoing his own finish for the sake of the pleasure of a partner. Accursed healing factor could be an immense pain sometimes. Stamina to spare, recovery almost instantaneous.

Tonight, Wanda seemed to be testing that constitution, and he was very much enjoying himself.

Hands gripped lightly at her hips, Logan helped her roll in place as he felt the muscles tightening around him. A low, appreciative rumble answered her sweet moan, lips chasing along her throat, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. He hadn't dared hope this could be anything more than bodies in motion, but Wanda -- Wanda did nothing by halves. Followed her heart almost to a fault... and if that heart decided that he was worthy, who was he to argue?

"Mm-hm. Like a green-eyed drug," he hummed, one hand moving up to cradle her head as she came in for a kiss, as he felt the orgasm take her in its grip. His other arm held tight, his hips picking up where hers stuttered out, keeping her endorphins running high to prolong the feeling. Still cradling her head he let her arch back, let her body move to the rhythm her racing heart was beating out, drinking in her sweet moans and flushed skin. There was something inexplicable about a woman in orgasm, and Logan loved watching Wanda lose herself like this.

She was always so guarded, so collected. It was his privilege to see her like this.