❝ THESE ARE ALL THE CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR :: you can search for their content by clicking on their respective tags ⸻ i write both platonic and romantic, and also dark! characters (yandere, kidnapper, etc).
masterlist here art comms here
꒰ brad pitt's characters ꒱ ◞◞ achilles, billy canton, cliff booth, jeffrey goines, john smith, ladybug, louis de pointe du lac, lt. aldo raine, rusty ryan, sonny hayes, tyler durden.
꒰ ryan gosling's characters ꒱ ◞◞ dr. ryland grace, colt seavers, ken, holland march.
꒰ hugh jackman's characters ꒱ ◞◞ logan howlett (xmen + logan 2017), drover, stanley jobson, peter (the son), gabriel van helsing, charlie kenton, leopold.
꒰ iron lung ꒱ ◞◞ simon the convict.
꒰ xmen ꒱ ◞◞ james 'logan' howlett, old man logan, wade wilson, kurt wagner, scott summers, jean grey, ororo munroe, anna marie, remy lebeau, young! charles xavier, young! erik leshner, raven darkhölme, victor creed, laura howlett, teen! ellie camacho.
꒰ marvel ꒱ ◞◞ tony stark, thor odison, loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, venom/eddie brock, johnny storm, peter quill, rocket raccoon (platonic only).
꒰ the walking dead ꒱ ◞◞ rick grimes, daryl dixon, merle dixon, negan smith, the governor/phillip blake, abraham ford, rosita espinosa, maggie greene, carol peletier, paul 'jesus' rovia, carl grimes, enid rhee, ron anderson.
꒰ the last of us ꒱ ◞◞ joel miller.
꒰ fight club ꒱ ◞◞ tyler durden, jack the narrator, angel face.
I just finished watching australia for the first time and FUCK, I can't he is so bossy and big and ugnnnhhhh something is purringggggg
How the hell are there so few Drover x reader fics? Let alone the lack of a breeding kink when this man IS ACTIVELY TALKING ABOUT BREEDING A PUREBLOOD MARE WITH A WILD STALLION AND HOW ITS HIS BIGGEST DREAM HELPPP
D O N T get me started on how he acted with the kids AHHHHHH get me pregnant fuck
speaking of all of that, does anyone want some Drover x reader smut/fluff/angst fics? After watching that movie, I am so motivated to write some. And please, all the other authors out there, please write more Drover x reader fanfictions for me and other people in need, I'll owe you my life🙏🏻 pls tag me
It started out as a teasing little dare. You’d never actually meant to provoke him into anything you couldn’t handle but the moment you picked up Drover’s battered, sun-bleached hat and settled it over your hair, you knew you’d made a mistake. Or maybe the best decision of your life. You’re standing outside the shed with the dying sun behind you, shirt sticking to your back, watching Drover haul the saddle down it weighs nothing to that strong Australian man. His shirt’s open halfway and rolled at the sleeves, chest soaked in sweat, forearms straining with each movement. He’s too pretty to look at directly sometimes.
He was working on tightening the saddle cinch by the tent, jaw dark with stubble, shirt already sticking to his back in the heat. He paused mid-motion. The slow lift of his head felt like a silent ripple through the whole camp. Those sharp eyes tracked up from your bare thighs to your mouth and then to the crown of his hat perched so innocently on your head.
You tried for a smile. “Just borrowing it—”
Drover didn’t answer right away. He simply unhooked the saddle strap, set it aside with much care, and straightened to his full, rangy height. You felt the bottom of your stomach drop out as he started toward you, the tilt of his mouth promising nothing gentle.
“Oi. You reckon that’s wise, darlin’?” He glances over his shoulder, a flicker of something sharp in his eyes when he sees it sitting crooked on your head. “That’s not a toy, y’know Takin’ a man’s hat? You got any idea what you’re askin’ for?”
Your throat bobbed. “What?”
“I know,” you say, swaying on your feet a little, grinning slow. “But Drover you weren’t wearin’ it.”
You swallowed, heart beating like a kicked-up mob of cattle. You didn’t take it off. You just stood there, letting him come to you, a little thrill pooling low in your belly at the way his gaze dropped to your chest, your parted lips.
When he finally stopped in front of you, the heat off him was as oppressive as the Outback sun. He reached up, hooked a thumb under the brim. Didn’t remove it only tilted it back enough that your eyes locked fully.
“That’s my hat,” he murmured, accent thick, voice scraping your skin raw. “You wear it, you ride the cowboy.”
Your pulse hammered. “Drover—”
You felt your pulse explode behind your ribs. Before you could say a word, Drover’s hands caught you around the hips, tight enough to leave bruises. and he hauled you flush against him, mouth crashing over yours in a rough, searing kiss. His tongue swept past your lips, tasting you, claiming you he’d been waiting for this moment.
You gasped, fingers curling helplessly in his shirt. He smelled like sweat and leather and iron-rich dust, a scent that made your knees buckle. Drover caught you easily, sliding one broad palm down to cup the curve of your backside, grinding you against the hard ridge behind his fly. His voice was rough against your mouth.
“You want it bad enough to steal my hat,” he rasped against your mouth, “Sweetheart better be ready to take all of me.”
You could only nod, breath hitching when he let his other hand drift between the inside of your jeans, testing how soft and wet you were already. His lashes dipped low. “Goddamn, you’re plump as a ripe peach.”
You backed up a little, nerves kicking in. “I- I’ve never…”
His face softened. Just a little. “I know, sweet thing.”
You’d felt his eyes on you all day, the way they kept snagging on the little pink gingham top knotted just under your bust, shoulders bare and sun-kissed. The matching tie-front shorts left your legs long and loose, dust clinging to your skin from the walk back to camp. It wasn’t exactly decent maybe that’s why his gaze had gone hot and heavy, mouth set like he was holding himself back all damn day.
“Been wantin’ you since the first time you set foot on my land, Girl” he muttered, thumb pressing more firmly against you through the thin cotton. “Knew I shouldn’t. Knew I’d ruin ya. But you go ‘n’ put on my bloody hat…” His head dipped, lips brushing your ear. “Darlin’, you just signed your fate.”
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The next thing you knew, he’d turned you bodily and walked you backward into the tent. His hands didn’t leave your body Drover guided you to the little cot, pressing you down onto it without ceremony. When he knelt over you, his hat still perched defiantly on your head, he looked like a man about to break a wild thing to his saddle. And you realized you wanted that. The tent was small but packed with the rugged essentials—faded canvas walls stretched taut over wooden poles, a battered lantern hanging low, its warm amber glow flickering over worn leather saddles, tangled ropes, and a scuffed wooden crate piled with oilskins. The dusty floor creaked underfoot as Drover pulled you inside, closing the flap behind with a snap that sounded final.
His hands never left your body as he guided you toward the cot—a rough, narrow frame with a coarse blanket thrown over it. The scent of leather, sweat, and campfire smoke wrapped around you, thick and intoxicating. The evening heat clung inside the tent, but the closeness between you and Drover burned hotter.
A groan rumbled in his chest, and suddenly his hand was between you, as he helped you push your jeans down, fumbling with his belt, the clink of metal sharp in the night air. Your top falling loose in his rough hands. You pulled at the hem of his shirt, shoving it upward until he peeled it off entirely. His zipper rasped down. You caught your breath as he freed himself, thick and flushed and so blatantly ready. Drover’s gaze fixed on the hat.
“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice hoarse. “I want you rememberin’ who’s makin’ you feel this way.” Then his hands locked on your hips and he sank into you in one long, unstoppable thrust. The startled cry tore from your throat before you could stop it half sob, half moan his name breaking on your lips.
“Jesus—Jack,” you yelp without meaning to, half a moan, half a sob, hands flying to his shoulders. Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears high, needy, desperate and the name slips out before you can stop it. His big hand slid up your bare side, fingers splaying across your ribcage, and then cupped your breast from underneath. He gave a slow, squeeze, thumb brushing over the peaked nipple until you gasped.
He groaned raggedly, burying himself to the hilt. “That’s it,” he murmured, the brim of the hat tipping forward to hide your wide, overwhelmed eyes. “That’s my good girl.”
Every inch of you stretched and filled, your walls clenching greedily around him as he started to move deep, rolling drives that made the cot creak under your bodies. You clung to his shoulders, the hat slipping sideways but refusing to fall, his mouth finding yours again in a hot, consuming kiss. Everything you’d wanted for too long.
“Y’know what sittin’ like that does to a man, don’t ya? Makes a man dangerous.” he muttered, You bit your lip, fingers splayed over his chest, feeling the tense pull of muscle. Drover’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you up to meet every stroke, he wanted you to feel the exact heaviness and thickness of his cock every single time.
Drover didn’t give you a moment to collect yourself. He rocked into you with a measured patience that somehow felt more intense than any frantic thrusting could have been. Each slow withdrawal let you feel the hot slide of his cock stroking deep along your walls, only to drive back in so solidly you couldn’t stop the breathy little moans tumbling out. Nothing existed except the cowboy above you, the rough rasp of his voice as he dropped his mouth to your ear.
“That’s it, love. Just like that.” His hands roam, rough palms catching every soft, trembling part of you.
“Feelin’ full, sweetheart?” His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “That what you wanted, stealin’ my hat gettin’ split wide on my cock?”
You whimpered, nodding helplessly.
“Yes—yes—” You couldn’t stop the words spilling out, voice going breathless and wrecked. “Feels so good—need it, Jack—oh God, I need you—”
“Yeah.” He drew back slow, savoring every inch, then slammed forward, making you cry out. “You love this. All wet and greedy for it.”
He shifted suddenly, sitting back on his heels without withdrawing. Your hands fluttered over his chest, clinging to the sweat-slick muscle as he reached for your hips. Strong fingers clamped around your waist. And then he lifted you bodily, pulling you upright to straddle him. He growled and shifted under you, bracing his boots on the floor so he could thrust up to meet every bounce. The sensation made you cry.
The new angle made you gasp he felt impossibly deep this way, the thick head of him pressing right up against a spot that made your vision go white at the edges.
“That’s it,” he growled, guiding you to rock forward. “Ride the cowboy.”
Your thighs trembled as you started to move, lifting yourself up just enough that his tip nearly slipped free, then sinking back down with a wet, obscene slap of flesh. You couldn’t bite back the desperate moan.
“Oh—God—Jack—feels…feels so good, I—” You broke off in a moan, your head tipping back as you sank all the way down again. “S’too much”
He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands flexing on your hips to steady you. “You’re doing well, love. takin’ me so deep.”
You rode him slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm, but he was too thick, the stretch too perfect you could feel yourself fluttering around him every time you dropped back down. You leaned forward, bracing your palms on his shoulders. The hat slipped forward over your eyes, but he didn’t let you fix it. He caught your chin in one big hand and tipped your face up instead. his thumb brushing over your swollen lips before he crushed his mouth onto yours.
The kiss was fierce, almost harsh—his beard scraping roughly against your skin, the scrape leaving a sting that bloomed into heat. His teeth nipped your lower lip just enough to make it swell, his tongue invading your mouth with a claim so fierce it left you breathless.
“Sweetest thing, Keep goin’,” he ordered, “Show me how bad you need it.”
You started moving faster, bouncing in his lap, the cot creaking madly beneath you. Your breath came in ragged little sobs as your pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, every wet slide of him hitting a spot inside you that made your thighs spasm. He rutted up into you hard.
“That’s my girl,” Drover rasped, watching the way you swallowed him over and over. “Such a pretty girl when you’re ridin’ me.” He reached between you without warning, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against your clit. Your whole body jolted. You cried out, voice breaking, and he did it again, circling, the combination making you clamp around him so tight he swore savagely under his breath.
“Tell me what you need.”
Your voice came out high. “Need you—need you to—oh God—need you to inside me always—”
He thrust up to meet you, so deep you felt your belly tighten almost painfully. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes—yes, I’m—oh—fuck—” You buried your face against his neck, voice muffled and desperate.
Your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back as you moved faster, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly. “I’m—I’m so close—”
“That’s right?” His thumb circled your clit, making your whole body spasm. “Come on—come for me, darlin’. Let me feel you.”
“Jack—!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly shy. It was too much his thumb, the thick heat of him inside you, the raw want in his voice. “Don’t you dare hide those sounds. I wanna hear every little noise you make when you come on me.”
“Can’t—can’t—” you stammered, overwhelmed.
“Yeah, you can,” he murmured, kissing the underside of your jaw as you trembled. “Gonna take every inch of me, yeah?”
His breathing turned ragged, swearing low and sharp into your neck before yanking you up just enough to slide free. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping hard as he groaned your name, hot ropes spilling across your stomach and dripping down the insides of your shaking thighs. The mess was hot and heavy on your skin, his hand still gripping your hip as if he couldn’t stand to let you go.
You were gasping, chest heaving, legs trembling in his lap while he looked down at you—hair mussed, lips swollen, his release painting your skin.
“Reckon you understand the cowboy hat rule now?”
Your legs were still trembling where you straddled him, knees pressed into the rough cot, and Drover leaned back a little just to take you in. Hair mussed, lips swollen, skin flushed all the way down your chest and his seed dripping lazy trails down your thigh. His eyes darkened, jaw flexing.
“First time, and you took me so damn natural.” His other hand drifted down, rough palm grazing your stomach until it stopped right over your navel. His thumb traced a lazy circle there before dipping lower, dragging through the heat of your sex just to smear his seed across your skin.
You whimpered, thighs twitching under his touch, but he didn’t stop just rubbed the mess in, he wanted it to stay. “That’s mine,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Every drop. You feel it?”
When you nodded shyly, his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “Good girl.” His hands slid down to grip your hips again, big thumbs pressing into the dimples of your lower back. “Bet I could get it in you again.”
summary: drover misses you while droving, imagining your body against his inside his tent. you're not here, so he supposes his hand will have to do. . . (700 words)
tags: drover jerks off thinking of you, dirty talk, established relationship, breeding mention, no use of y/n, gn reader, drover fantasises about reader.
drover misses you, always misses you, but he keeps that thought to himself until he's tucked away inside the safety of his tent while on this particularly long drove. if the boys catch wind of him pining for you it'd be all over, he'd never hear the end of it. so he waits until he's alone, eyes fixed on the canvas material above him.
he thinks of you, envisions your body above him, nestled neatly into his lap right where you belong. drover swears he can almost feel you, feel the weight of your hips pushing down against his, your clothed heat throbbing with want, with need. it makes his head spin and his cock ache and, fuck, he needs you.
but you're not here. he's alone with his memories and the knowledge that you're miles and miles away, hopefully missing him too.
he wonders if you think about him, wrapped in warm sheets, head dotted with droplets of sweat, calling his name behind the palm clamped over your desperate lips as your eager hand works between your legs. . . is that what you're doing right now? teasing yourself with a touch you know will never satisfy you like he does?
are you hot for him? sweating and panting as you silently beg for his cock? how often, he wonders, do you find yourself grinding against your own palm, stealing glances at the space he used to occupy in bed?
before he knows it, he's palming himself through his boxers, coaxing his half-hard length to attention. it's not you, but it'll have to do. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, hand snaking beneath the material to give himself a squeeze.
drover paints pictures of you behind his eyelids, the curve of your body, the sweet sound you make when you moan, the warmth he feels when you wrap around him so perfectly - it creates an atmosphere so strong he swears you're really here with him.
his hand works his cock, pumping in a slow rhythm, imagining you bouncing above him with your hands planted firmly on his chest. 'that's it baby,' he'd say, 'feel good bouncin' on my cock? you miss me?'
raising his free hand towards his mouth, he bites down on a knuckle to muffle his groans. he's lost in the thought of you, the thought of fucking up into your eager hole, remembering the way you flutter around him when you get close. his thumb swipes across his sensitive tip, precum beading in anticipation of release.
god, what he wouldn't give right now to cum deep inside you. that was always his favourite part, the way you'd twitch and gasp as he fills you to the brim with his hot load. you took it so well, like you were made for him to breed you. . .
shit, his thoughts are in the gutter again, but it's easy for him to find himself there when he thinks of you.
hips rising, he finds himself bucking into his fist, a pistoning rhythm that threatens to send him over the edge. he's close, whispering your name, hoping it's quiet enough to get lost in the ambience of the still outback surrounding his tent. he imagines grabbing your hips, feeling the supple curves of your body, holding you down and filling you up.
it's all too much.
drover explodes, hot cum flooding across his chiselled tan stomach, dripping down along his hand as he works himself through his release. he gasps, head tilting back as his adam's apple bobs with every thirsty swallow. "take it, fuck. . ." he whispers under his breath, aftershocks rippling through his sensitive body.
the storm clears, the paintings of you behind his eyelids fading as he settles into the calm of the night, quelling his hunger for the time being.
but he still misses you, every day.
in a couple of weeks, drover'll finally see you again, coming home. that thought keeps him going on particularly taxing days. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips at the thought of taking you into the bedroom and showing you just how much he's missed you. what a mess he'll make of you, how he'll worship your body, litter kisses along your calf until he reaches the apex of your thighs, finding home in the body he knows as well as his own.
um someone explain why there are almost no drover fics?! and yes, i am talking about hugh jackman's character in the movie 'Australia' because i fear i have fallen in lust love ☺️
so are we just not gonna talk about it? 🤨
COWARDS.
LIKE HELLO?!!!!! are we seeing what i am seeing?! someone recommend me some good fics pls or i fear i will just have to do it myself 🙂
Okay for a drabble—Drover and loss and virginity. 🫦
Let’s Misbehave
List of works
Pairing: Drover x F!Reader
Word count: 897
Warnings: Implied age gap. (About 10 years) Mention of war. Mentions of pregnancy/morning sickness. SMUT—Oral female receiving. Fingering. Loss of virginity. Riding. Cum eating.
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Before You Begin…damn 🥵 This is inspired by *that* scene. Like imagine losing your virginity to Drover when he’s all soaked and shirtless YUMMY
You and your younger sister had been sent to Australia by your parents to get you away from the bombings in London. And while she loved the outback, you preferred the elegant parties of the city. The two of you were living with your aunt and uncle who owned a cattle station, meaning they expected you to lend a hand.
One of the men that assisted them was Drover. He would arrive every day to help with the animals. Your sister Irene, though only 18, was very smart for her age. “Mr. Drover seems to be sweet on you,” she giggled one day.
And truth be told, he did flirt with you every now and then. He often complimented you on your outfits. Called you “honey.” It did sound wonderful coming out of his mouth in his accent. And you slowly began to have dreams of this man.
You lay awake in bed thinking about his hands on you. Being a lady of high society, you were always told to suppress these impure thoughts. But Drover just made it so hard. Thinking about his facial hair against your thighs made this wetness form in your knickers.
All of this changed a few weeks into your stay. Your uncle asked for you and Drover to go on a trip to get supplies from out of town. Your aunt scoffed at the idea, saying it was improper for a young unmarried lady like yourself to be traveling with a man. But your uncle, always the more relaxed of the two, insisted it was fine. Meanwhile, Irene gave you a knowing smirk as you left.
On the journey, Drover tried to start a conversation, but you turned it into small talk with your responses.
“How you likin’ Australia, honey?”
“It’s nice.”
Then Drover would ask another question and you’d give a one or two word response.
The two of you camped out for the evening and you sat in your tent alone. Just you and your thoughts. More specifically, your conflicted feelings. You really wanted Drover, but you had made a vow to save yourself for marriage.
You realize you need to be a mature adult about this and talk to him. But when you open the flap of the tent, you’re met with a glorious sight. Drover is shirtless, pouring water over his body. He shakes off the droplets and you feel a wetness form between your legs.
Drover turns around and flashes a grin, “Hello, honey. How you doing?” But all you can focus on is his glistening chest. And the vein that leads right down to…
You can’t take it anymore. You race to the beautiful man in front of you, throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him. And to your surprise, he kisses back. And lifts you up. Somehow, a wild animal has been hiding inside you all along. And she’s now come out.
Despite breaking apart the kiss, a string of saliva connects the two of you.
“You want me, honey?” Drover asks, out of breath but desperate for more. “Have you ever done this before?”
“No,” you say. “But I want you.”
“Not saving yourself for some English bloke?”
“Wanted to. But not anymore. Pleeeease, Drover. You’ve been at the front of my mind all the time!”
That’s how you find yourself rolling around on the ground with him. You rip each other’s clothes off and he kisses all the way down your neck and stomach. He sets his sights on your cunt and begins slurping at the juices. You moan.
“I knew I was right to call you ‘honey’,” Drover says. “You taste so sweet.”
When he stops, he puts a finger inside you. It feels uncomfortable at first, but Drover’s calming squeeze of your hand and the slow pace he goes at leads the pain to turn to pleasure.
“You ready? Think you can take me, honey?” he asks.
“I’m ready Drover!”
He readjusts you so you’re on top of him, saying that it may be easier for your first time. He promises to help you. With his hands on your waist, he guides you down onto his cock. You squirm, and Drover suggests you remain there so you can adjust.
He distracts you with a story from his youth that involved runaway horses and his mother’s clothes flying everywhere. It makes you laugh.
“I want to move now,” you say.
“‘Course, honey. I’ll help.”
He guides you up and down on his cock. It’s much wider than his fingers. You begin to get the hang of it, and you pick up the pace. Never has anything felt more right in your life. Drover keeps praising you, sucking on your nipple and murmuring how good you are for him.
Your walls tighten around him and you orgasm with a loud moan. Drover slips out of you before he can reach his own climax. If a few weeks later you were vomiting every morning, that would not end well for him or you. So he spurts his cum all over him. You look down at the white liquid all over your tummy. Before you can ask if he had a towel, Drover lays you on the ground and begins licking off his own cum.
You sure hope this isn’t the last time the two of you have an experience like this.
Closing Thots...I may or may not be forming an idea for a universe based around this fic. Not a full series. Just a slice of life type of thing where each part can be read separately. The 2 other requests I got for Drover will likely fit into this universe.
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note: below is the extensive list of fics i've written for hugh jackman characters. logan might wind up with his own masterlist later one, but for now he can be found here.
Under no circumstances may you steal my work, say it’s yours, or post it somewhere else. The writings I put on here are mine unless stated otherwise.
smut =🔥| angst =💫 | fluff =🌙
LOGAN HOWLETT ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Right Where You Left Me | 18+🔥| ONGOING SERIES
summary: logan was familiar with death. he understood why it happened, what could cause it to occur, and finally how to accept it. so when his family - the people he cared for most - died…he thought he could handle it. only you didn’t die. you left. now he’s found himself in a new universe with a person who wears your face, yet doesn’t hold your memories.
Heart Made of Glass |💫
summary: you couldn’t control when they could come. the waves of nothingness - of battling with your body and mind in the hopes it would cause a shift. you wanted to control it. he simply wanted to help.
The Grave of Lust | 18+🔥| Old Man!Logan
summary: when his body doesn’t work as it used to and the weary bones that poison his soul begin to ache, you take the lead in a dance you know well. OR giving old man logan sloppy head that he’ll think about in the grave and after.
Sweetness of the Damned | 18+🔥| Old Man!Logan
summary: when night falls and wine overflows in glasses of crystal, logan finds his home in between your thighs.
Slow | 18+🔥| Old Man!Logan
summary: time spent after long days outside is slow. languid in a way only he can give you.
Taste Me on Your Tongue | 18+🔥
summary: the taste of him became an addiction you couldn’t ignore. especially when he was adamant on sharing it in multiple ways.
old man logan thoughts & musings | 18+🔥| pt.2 | pt.3
summary: thoughts about this old man and how much he's feral for you.
hunger | 18+🔥
summary: things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.
speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life | 18+🔥
summary: he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.
Pick Your Poison | 18+🔥| ONGOING SERIES
summary: death meant nothing to someone steeped in it. a shovel remained propped next to your front door, a bag of grave dirt hung on a hook, and a collection of poison was stuffed in your cabinets. only when you arise in the vicinity of a lumberjack named logan, you’re in for a rude awakening.
A Case of You | 18+🔥| old man!logan howlett x f!reader x joel miller | UPCOMING SERIES
summary: life in jackson was quiet. serenity in a bottle that’d been poured out along the side of a mountain. a haven to finally grasp some parts of life that you thought were lost forever. you had your apothecary shop, your home, but still some piece of your heart was missing. until you meet your neighbors and come across the full picture of your future you didn’t have before.
have a cigar | 18+🔥
summary: everyone knows who you belong to. if the jacket you wore that left you drowning in the soft leather wasn’t indication enough, then the claws attached to your guard dog certainly was.
Don't Mind Me |🌙
summary: you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.
Wondering Why | 18+🔥| cowboy!old man logan
summary: loving logan howlett felt like loving a ghost. he returned when the moon hung low in the sky and his time gave way for freedom. but when you needed him most, he arrived on your doorstep with the promise of giving you exactly what you want.
dreams unwind, love's a state of mind | 18+🔥| dofp!logan
summary: they told him to change the future, to right the wrongs that the world caused. but he didn’t do it for them. he did it for the chance to see his lover one more time. even if he shared a different history than them.
Dust to Dust | 18+🔥| old man!logan
summary: when the days are long and he’s grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.
nameless as a river undiscovered underground | 18+🔥
summary: his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.
#logan thoughts & musings
EDDIE ALDEN ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
love is here to stay | 18+🔥
summary: mornings where the summer heat was unbearable and energy was nowhere to be found, made getting up a difficult task. add a sleepy eddie and a multitude of kisses and suddenly it became near impossible.
Hopelessly Devoted to You | UPCOMING
summary: being friends with eddie alden came with challenges. you'd known him since you were eleven and he was twelve and the funniest thing to do was push you down. yet now you're older and suddenly you see him as someone else.
DROVER ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Never Lovelier | 18+🔥| UPCOMING
summary: a day spent working with horses in the hot sun left him hungry for your affection. for the soft touch of your love. OR drover uses his whip for romantic interests.
LEOPOLD ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
UNTITLED FALL THEMED FIC
GABRIEL VAN HELSING ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
bound in the strands of permanence | 18+🔥
summary: he walked with monsters in the night, claiming their lives for a vendetta placed upon him by the church. but he found peace in daylight with the touch of your healing hands.
