#feral logan

[wolvussy]

Origins! Poolverine :3

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For @joyful-downer who turned out to be my follower nº100 🥳 His prompt: How about some Weapon X (or freshly post-Weapon X Logan) in heat? I imagine he's just living on pure instincts during this time, so he's very eager and/or desperate to get what his body needs. And Wade just so happens to be the chosen one. x3

Reblog to give Wade rabies <3

[magnifigal]

One of the two Entries I did for @ponderosa121 's X-MEN ORIGINS: POOLVERINE fanzine. This one was heavily inspired by the Wolverine Anthology "Black, White and Blood". I studied a lot of David Finch's art in order to capture a similar feel to the first short story.

Huge thanks to Pond and the rest of the team for this amazing experience!!!

[icurushasfallen]

A little Art dump since it’s been while

[geekyforever]

You know this is just something I’ve been pondering.

Logan/Wolverine mutation is that he is more feral; in touch with nature, better senses, walks/runs on all runs, etc. Though with everything with Weapon X and how it not doubt gave him PTSD and PTSD does change how DNA is it’s completely possible that the trauma he endured made his instincts go up to eleven.

Walking around the mansion at night to make sure everyone is safe. Keeping a very close eye on the younger kids just in case. Putting himself in front of a loved one when he senses danger, you got the point.

It’s like kinda sad when you think about it, Logan has a hard time turning off those instincts to protect since again he knows that something bad could happen.

How would the other X-Men react?

Like I would imagine Scott and Ororo waking up early and seeing Logan passed out somewhere and at first chalking it up to sleep walking only to see on the cameras that Logan has been walking around the mansion, for multiple nights in a row. Again they are very concerned, the eye bags are starting to look more and more obvious so Scott makes it so each X-Men now has to take turns on night shift patrolling around just in case, which Scott and Ororo offer to do the first one and each time Logan tries to do a full night shift the others make him do only a few hours and make him go off to bed.

Charles would often notice that when Logan was babysitting the younger kids he would be very on guard, even when sitting. Eyes watching the door/window, knee going up and down, his hands rubbing that other. The professor then made it so that not only would be there more sitters but also had Logan interacting more with the kids so that he wouldn’t be so focus on guarding.

Whenever Logan is with a mutant that is very obviously one, like Beast Nightcrawler, Gambit, Morph, Angel, etc he is very aware of the glares from others and once some jerk decided to call Gambit eyes “freaky” and that caused Wolverine to take off and chase the asshole.

The others have found it best to put an arm around Logan, not only to keep him close but to let him know that they’re okay…still hasn’t stopped Logan from egging a few cars.

I also like to think that whenever Logan is stressed out his flaws will just pop out. Hank noticed and made Logan a scratching post to relive that stress. Hank has one in his lab/room to, but that’s a post for another day. Though back to the topic at hand, Logan has found it soothing and as such feels more at easy when he uses it.

Though a bit more funnier to think is Logan liking to hang out on top of tall places to get a better birds eye view. Like imagine Jean or Mady wanting a midnight snack and hear someone or something on top of the fridge and see two eyes watching in the dark and using telekinesis to toss the fruit in the fruit basket at the being…only for it to be revealed that it was Logan.

Ok back to our regularly scheduled program.

Logan does dish himself last when it come to meals, it’s less of a politeness thing and more of a “making sure everyone is full first” kind of thing. Whoever is on meal duty and is in the dining room takes note and has tested this theory before. Kitty had already had three waffles slices and Logan had none and so when they both reached for the last slice Logan put it on Kitty’s plate and needless to say her eyes widen a lot, especially when she saw that Logan had only eaten an egg, few slices of bacon and some grapes. So the X-Men make sure that not only is there plenty of food to go around but also dish up Logan a lot of food beforehand. Kitty and Jubilee share there snacks with Logan and make a big deal when they are “full” so that he can finish off the food.

Now how about those days that Logan is especially on edge. Well the X-Men have a solution. They have a movie night and once the movie is done and Logan is about to go off to wherever everyone acts so tired and next thing he knows everyone is on top of him and there’s also at least twenty blankets.

Though as Logan is in this sleep pile he thinks. Hank is especially on top of him he can’t complain due to how soft he is. Charles and Erik are on night shift and so there’s no way anyone is getting passed those two. Jubilee, Kitty and Roberto made sure there were a lot of snacks for movie night so his belly feels full. He finds himself rubbing his hand only to feel a hand reach over and rub it and looks over to see Morph asleep and mindlessly doing the motion. Logan takes a deep breath and fluffs up his pillow before heading to dream land.

[itsallgoodmann]

asking comic book wolverine to marry me for christmas today i hope it goes well :)

[hurtpeoplex2]

if you're up for it,,, animalistic logan

purring, growling, making a nest/burrow, being possessive over someone,,, so many possibilities to choose from,,, HOUGGGFFFERRRRGGGRRRRRGRRRRRHRRRRR

he bites if you try to take his food away

[loganhowlettshousewife]

okay so feral logan i love him your honor I was just thinking, maybe logan when he's like chapter five-ish(? (like when he's already at peace with both his human and animal side). And idk he gets desperate, and so damn desperate that he's just like feral growling and grabbing and tugging at reader's clothes.

But but with him being actually so desperate so needy that is the reader who ends up taking control in bed and handing him everything he needs in a silver platter. Plain down just feeding him love in a silver spoon typa shit

taking control

animal - bonus headcanons

friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.

this doesn’t exactly follow your request but i love the idea of reader taking control in bed so... (also i haven’t written in almost a month so this may be bad)

warnings: swearing, smut, oral (m!receiving), unprotected piv, blood, logan’s canon pain kink

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logan always takes control in bed. he starts off slow and loving, worshipping every inch of your body until the smell of your arousal is too much to bear and the animal in him takes control. he loses himself to his baser instincts to mate, to breed, to claim.

he’s needy and desperate, taking anything he can get, wanting anything you’re willing to give him. he’s in control, and yet sometimes, while you’re in the throes of passion, you’ll gasp out praise or whimper his name and feel him pause, faltering for a moment, his cock twitching inside you, caught off guard by his desperation to please.

you wonder what would happen if you took control, if you told logan that he had to obey your every command. all he ever wants is to make you feel good, you imagine he’d be so good at following orders.

it’s a thought that’s been running through your mind for days, one that haunts your every thought and yet never comes to pass, escaping you every time logan kisses you with the intention of going further, your brain melting into a puddle, suddenly unable to form coherent thoughts.

you’re dressed in a pretty red slip dress you’d bought specifically for logan reaction, waiting for the sound of the shower turning off, anticipating his arrival into your shared bedroom, warm and naked, hair damp and curling slightly, perfect and beautiful and yours.

you meet his eyes as he walks into the room, his eyes darkening in an obvious display of lust as they trail over your figure. you smile, pleased, as he rushes towards you, dropping his towel in his haste, trapping you in his arms and kissing you deeply.

you melt into the kiss, into the beautiful familiarity of his arms and his scent, into the warmth of his hands on your body. he lets his hands roam and explore your body as if it's both the first and last time he’ll ever have the opportunity, palming at your breasts, flicking his thumb over your nipples, leaving a trail of fiery heat with every brush of his skin against yours.

it’s nearly impossible to pull away, but you manage just enough to mutter the words into the shared air between you, your lips so close to his that they brush as you speak.

“i want to try something,” you say, hesitant, nerves and arousal and excitement mixing into a heady cocktail of sensations, “let me take control tonight.”

logan hesitates, and so you rise onto your knees on the mattress, running your hands over his shoulders and down his broad back, staring into his eyes as you plead gently, “i want to take care of you. you always make me feel so good and i want to return the favour. please?”

you know exactly what you’re doing to him, lowering your voice, giving him your best bedroom eyes, pleading. he hates to say no to you. he won’t say no to you.

logan’s agreement isn’t verbal, rather it comes in the form of his easy compliance as you switch positions. within moments you’re straddling him, grinding down against his hard cock as you mouth wet kisses on his neck and trailing down his chest, biting and sucking at the skin to leave marks. they won’t last and you both know it - you can already see his skin returning to its usual golden colour - and you wish not for the first time that he could keep them, to think of you every time he looks in the mirror, reminded of your adoration.

you reach his happy trail and shift your attention to his thighs, kissing around his cock but never touching it. it’s flushed red, tip leaking, begging for your attention. logan groans, fighting against the urge to grab you, clawing the sheets instead.

“fuck,” he groans, “please- need you.”

finally, you take him into your mouth, savouring the heady weight of him on your tongue. you take your time worshiping his cock, taking him as far as you can and using your hand to jerk off the remaining length of him. you bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around the tip and catching on his slit.

he’s breathless, low sounds escaping his throat every time you take him deeper, swallowing around his cock. it’s unlike the rough growls he lets out when he’s fucking you, his voice a deep rumble uttering your name like a prayer, animalistic and wild and with an edge that would terrify you if you didn’t know him so well. he’s needy, almost submissive.

“fuck, darlin’, i’m close,” logan warns, and you pull off when you feel him start to twitch on your tongue.

“not yet,” you reply, a rough edge to your voice from the strain of taking him. he’s big enough to make blowjobs a challenge, but one that you enjoy, leaving your throat thoroughly wrecked afterwards. 

you climb onto his lap once more, kissing him, letting him push all of his restless energy into something, his hands finding purchase on your waist as his tongue explores your mouth, tugging you down so that you grind against him.

“help me take this off,” you tell him, tugging at the fabric. he wastes no time, his claws releasing with a sharp sknt, and in mere moments the pretty lingerie you’d bought is destroyed, pushed off your body and thrown aside by logan’s desperate hands. it doesn’t matter - you’d bought it knowing that logan would likely ruin it.

the sharp metal of his claws brushes against your stomach, the cold making you gasp. he starts to pull away but you grab a hold of his wrist, bringing his hand up to your lips to kiss the divots between his knuckles where metal meets skin.

you grab logan’s cock, lining it up with your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. it’s always a challenge to take logan, even with your pussy dripping, slick with arousal. he stretches you out perfectly and for a moment you forget that you’re supposed to be in control, letting him control the pace as he pulls out and thrusts back into you, gentle as you adjust to the size of him.

you give him a warning look, pushing his hips down to stop their movement. logan could easily overpower you and continue, but he obeys, albeit grudgingly, letting you set the pace as you ride him.

the sight of him underneath you is heavenly, and you understand now why he can’t seem to control himself when your positions are reversed. 

it doesn’t take long for the both of you to lose yourselves to pleasure, your pace losing its rhythm, logan shallowly thrusting up into you, unable to hold himself back from chasing after the feeling. he can’t seem to form words, communicating his pleasure through animalistic growling and grunting, noises similar to the ones he’d made when you’d first met him and he lacked the capacity to speak.

you know what he needs, and though the position is slightly awkward, you lean forward to lick and suck at his neck, prepping the skin before biting down hard enough to draw blood. the warm, tangy taste of iron fills your mouth as logan cries out, pumping his cum deep inside you as you keep up the pace, your own orgasm so close you can taste it.

lazily, logan brings one hand to rub circles on your clit, providing the exact pressure you need to have you clenching around him as you come.

you collapse onto his chest in the aftermath, enjoying the feel of his sweat-slick skin against yours. you press your fingers over the bite mark you’d made on his neck, pouting at the way it’s already begun to fade, his skin stitching itself back together.

“it takes much more energy when you’re the one doing all the work,” you say, breathless, waiting for your heart rate to slow and stabilise.

he hums, “but you looked good on top of me.”

you laugh, pressing your face into his chest, stifling the sounds with his skin. he runs his hands over your back, lingering on the curve of your ass. it’s intimate without being inherently sexual, appreciative without necessarily pushing for more.

“does that mean you liked it?” you ask after a few more moments of basking in the comfort of his embrace.

“i think i’d like anything as long as it’s with you,” he says, a vulnerable declaration for only the two of you to know, one that squirrels its way into your heart and hides behind your ribs along with every other lovely confession logan has made to you.

“i think i need more practice, so i can figure out how to work around your strength and hold you down,” it’s a throwaway comment, you’re spent and comfortable and used to being able to speak your mind around logan.

his grip on your ass tightens, squeezing the flesh, and his cock stirs where it's trapped between your bodies. his lack of refractory period still occasionally catches you off guard, as it does now, and you gasp at his obvious interest pressing into your stomach.

“think you have the energy for that practice now?”

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🔞 poolverine

Need a fic named "the mating habits of a wolverine" or something where feral logan is ligit feral for his rut. Like ACTUALLY feral.

Feel free to use any of this, just tag me so I can read it

Im talking Wade brings him out to the woods, rents out a cabin but logan INSISTS that he dig a massive yet stable underground den near the cabin. One where wade goes along with everything logan wants to do, just curious about what comes naturally to him. Logan still lets wade in the house and what not. He esspecially likes to drag wade down there and mate with him; tuck him in lick his head purring before going out to hunt onlg to bring back something wade has to make inside the house cause Logan wants to eat it raw but wade dosn't. Logan, who breeds wade at random times, biting his neck and clawing him to stay still unless wade ragdolls and becomes completely and overly submissive because logan will just bite harder.

I need logan to go full primal, hunt and mate, hunt and mate. Just over and over, stuffing wade in both ways each time. When he is home and he isn't fucking his brains out, Logan lays with him, purrs on him, naps in the den, nests for him., each day he purrs on wades stomach and kisses him goodbye before going out to hunt. Unfortunately theyve already packed 2 freezers and logan didnt seem anywhere near finished with his rut yet. Wade may flip over, but where ever logan wants it, he takes it (given his mate dosn't try to run away after he mounts him) this includes outside in the snow... twice. Wade is allowed to say what he wants, touch him how he wants, kiss him a ton, and even scream if he wants too.

Logan growls at him to hold still or to lay down, holds his hips and jerks forward like a mutt in heat.

By the end of the rut wade has been filled with so much wolvie cum it aint funny and logan is actually embaressed. Wade loved every second. He's starting to miss it already..lounging around relaxing with a big cabin all to himself and exhausted from all the mating. Head quiet, stomach full, warm and taken care of.

The amount of stalking logan does to him is insane too. Wade will be just sitting there coloring or something and here comes logan silently stalking up behind him to pounce on him and scoop his hips up before wade can run off (not like he would) I kinda imagine wade walking around in a moomoo type long shirt? No undies obviously, just enough to keep him warm. But lets logan access what ever he needs. This being said Logan is a gentleman. Brings him entire deers, flowers, rats, rabbits, anything he can get his hands on that might make his mate happy. If he can't just slide right in, he'll snarl at wade until he puts his chest on the floor with his arms flat and then lick at him until he's wet enough to slip in. It does vary though. Sometimes its a quick and rough kind of mating and other times its slower, more licking and purring involved. He'll lick his dick too to clean it up. He cant have his mate being dirty what would that say about him? Overall Logan is such a good boy even when feral. He might not truely get "No im sore right now" but he backs off from any signs of discomfort like trying to get away from him or shoving him away. Hissing noises or growls. He's not sour about it either. If anything he pulls away and just rolls over to show he wont hurt you. If wade wants he could growl at logan until he rolls over and then ride. Logan won't mind.

Sometimes when logan is out hunting (for literally hours) wade will take an actual shower, clean himself out and replace it with actual lube. He'll eat an actual meal like mac and chesse with broccoli instead of just meat, but for the most part he's ussually resting. If wade does fall asleep logan will come home and curl up next to him. He's not gonna mate his mate when hes already tired. Even he knows mamas gotta sleep for the pups to grow. Thats the whole point of this anyway. Just a week straight of trying to prove he's worthy enough to have pups with. Hell. Logan still courts him every morning. Part of wade misses this. The simplicity. The other half of wade really HATES being alone inside of a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no wifi to doomscroll...