what happens when you say âi hate youâ to different versions of logan (gender neutral) (smut version)
inspired by a conversation with @lostinlovingrevery, hope you all enjoy!
70s!logan
youâve been having a really bad day. a really, really bad day. the last thing you need is logan brushing you off because heâs âgot shit to do, doll.â so you say it, with a stomp of your foot for dramatic effect. you donât mean it, he knows that. but you arenât expecting him to also know exactly what youâre asking for, rough hands grabbing you by the hips and shoving you down onto the couch. he grumbles curses under his breath, fumbling with his belt buckle, and you canât even process whatâs happening before heâs pushing into you. the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness, cause your eyes to roll back into your head. upon seeing this, a pleased expression comes to his face. your mind goes blank within moments, no thoughts except the man pounding into you, cigar still perched in his mouth, smoke blurring your vision as he grunts. âthere we go. finally fuckinâ quiet.â
origins!logan
you donât hate him, you hate the grocery store and those assholes at work and the guy who cut you off when you were driving home. but it just kind of slips out- youâre stressed, anxious, and your sweetheart of a boyfriend unintentionally becomes your punching bag. youâve barely gotten out an apology before heâs wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. he studies you with a serious expression, hands rubbing circles against your hips. âyou hate me, huh?â you try to reassure him that no, of course you donât, but he wonât listen, the playful glint in his eyes betraying his true intentions. âseems like we oughta fix that.â despite your protests that youâre fine, he carries you to bed with ease, laying you down and using his tongue to work as many orgasms out of you as you need to be happy and satisfied. âfeelinâ better, sunshine?â
animated!logan
it comes after heâs slammed you into the danger room floor for the twentieth time that day. youâre utterly exhausted, just wanting one fucking win, but heâs not letting up. he doesnât take it easy on you- never does. you have a lot of respect for him for it, but goddamn does it piss you off. that was probably the wrong thing to say, though, given the way heâs staring down at you right now. âhate me? thatâs harsh, bub.â something predatory flashes in his eyes. âmust not wanna touch me then either.â you get to your feet, glaring daggers back at him. he draws it out with a smug smile, waiting for you to admit the truth- itâs not about if you give in, but when. youâre too proud to admit it- so instead you drag him to the nearest closet, sinking to your knees and unbuckling his belt. his hand fists itself in your hair, guiding your pace as he fucks your throat. he makes you take all of him, forcing you down to the base, grinning when you choke on his cock. âdonât worry. iâll take this as an apology.â
trilogy!logan
youâre play fighting in the kitchen- a common occurrence as he tries to interrupt whatever youâre doing. today it borders on arguing, which is why the exasperated words direct themselves his way, punctuated by a âso muchâ for emphasis. he just looks at you, with his gorgeous face that has your stomach doing flips, taking a few steps closer until heâs invading your space. âthatâs not what you were saying last night, baby.â the memory of last night, his touch and his filthy words in your ear, brings heat to your cheeks. his breath hits your skin, his mouth tantalizingly close to yours, the proximity making you squirm. before you know it, youâre upstairs, a smug smile on his face as he makes you fall apart with his fingers, begging and pleading for more. the way you writhe underneath him confirms what you wonât confess, and he hums in fake contemplation. âguess you donât hate me that much after all.â
2013!logan
you want to go out into the city, he tells you itâs not safe. itâs a debate thatâs been going around in circles for days until you finally let the words slip. his silence, paired with the flash of anger in his eyes, tells you that was a mistake, but itâs too late to take it back now. not that you would dream of it as he drags you to the bedroom, one rough hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in the mirror as he sinks you down onto his length. the other lifts your hips up then drops you back down again, a slow but brutal pace. itâs too much, and you feel lightheaded as he growls in your ear. âwhat do you say, sweet thing?â still, youâre coherent enough to remember your manners, babbling incoherent thanks and apologies, reduced to a basic vocabulary as he impales you on his cock over and over. tears begin to stream down your face, and his firm hold keeps you there, made to see the way he wrecks you completely, the way you fucking love it.
dofp!logan
youâre tied down to the bed, silk rope binding your wrists and ankles. heâs been teasing you for hours. logan always likes to play with his food- slow, methodical, taking his time with you. and god, you enjoy it, but youâve been good today and you just want your reward. the words are muttered, frustrated, and youâre grateful when he keeps going. you think must not have heard you by the way heâs bringing you closer and closer to that delicious peak, until his gravely voice is right next to your ear. âcareful.â he takes your chin, making you look at him as he pulls his hand away from where you need it most. his eyes are serious, his tone a warning, one that only further turns you on. a whine escapes you, your hips bucking at just how close you are, how much you need this. âdonât want me to leave you here, do you, honey?â he smiles in satisfaction when you immediately shake your head, begging him not to do that to you. âthatâs what i thought.â
old man!logan
you know you shouldnât have said it. of course you know you shouldnât have said it, but that didnât stop you from doing it anyway. logan doesnât move from the armchair heâs sitting in, whiskey bottle lowering from his lips. he raises an eyebrow, looking up at you with an unamused expression. âyou done?â meekly, you swallow and nod, mumbling a sorry and thinking thatâll be the end of it. but you think wrong. he sets the bottle on the table, turning to face you again, something serious in his eyes. âcâmere.â he pays his lap. you move to sit, but he stops you with a firm hand against your thigh. âbend over, sweetheart.â your heart races as you realize what your punishment will be. you do as he says, and soon enough, your eyes are filled with tears from the spanking he delivers you. âyou know better than to pull that shit on me.â he grumbles, clearly disappointed in your attitude. âdonât do it again, yâhear me? got enough to worry about without you beinâ a brat.â
worst!logan
youâre standing outside the door of your apartment when it happens. youâve been lamenting to wade and vanessa about how much logan drives you crazy, with his stupid face and huge muscles and unfairly sexy voice. unbeknownst to you, logan is just down the hall, coming back from the grocery store. looking back, youâre fairly certain both wade and vanessa knew he was coming before you did, deciding to leave you to your cruel fate. it isnât until you feel strong hands on your hips and warm breath on the back of your neck and a suspiciously familiar sexy voice in your ear that you realize the trap youâve stepped into. âyouâre hurting my feelings.â you turn around and are met with a fake pout. who knows where wade and vanessa went, all you know is that heâs backing you up against your door, continuing to get closer even as you stumble through apologies. âthatâs it? youâre sorry?â he flashes a toothy grin, something predatory gleaming in his eyes. âcome on, angel. i know you can do better than that.â heâs cornering you: nothing to do, nowhere to run- except, of course, his lips. so you give in, tongue crashing against yours, his body enveloping your senses. and trust me, heâs gonna make sure you never think a single damn bad thing about him again.
patch!logan
youâre in the casino, begging him to let you get in on a game. he says your job is to just âsit here and look pretty, darlinâ,â but youâre getting really fucking bored. the moment the words cross your lips, you regret it. not just because you donât mean it, but because you can see immediately that logan is pissed. he gives you a look the likes of which heâs never given you before, and nearly shoves you off of his lap. you wait by the edge of the table until the place empties out for the night, thinking maybe he just needed to get it out of his system. but even when the two of you are alone once more, he still doesnât say a word, just leans back and spreads his legs- a command, and you must obey it. so you do. crawling towards him on your hands and knees, reaching up to undo his belt buckle. as you pull his cock out, beginning to stroke him, the tip of his boot presses against your thigh, and you realize what he wants you to do. youâll do anything to make it up to him, including sacrificing your pride. so you do: grinding on his boot, pathetic whimpers leaving your lips, muffled by the way your mouth is wrapped around his cock. all the while he says nothing, staring down at you with a menacing expression, and the only thing you can do is pray that youâll be good enough that heâll show you mercy.
cowboy!logan
you donât even remember what you were fighting with him about. no, that left your head the second the unimpressed expression took over his face and the words âthat so?â left his lips. you nod- stupidly, you nod. then you step back, but itâs too late, his lasso wrapping around you and tugging you closer to him. âooh.â he sucks air in through his teeth, shaking his head with a heavily disappointed expression. âthatâs gonna be a problem, isnât it?â he doesnât let you answer, pulling on the lasso a little harder and sending you stumbling to the ground. he leans down to be face to face with you, jerking his head toward the empty farmhouse a few hundred meters away. âyouâd better find a way to make it up to me, sugar. and fast.â when you still donât move, donât say anything, he frowns, clicking his tongue at you. âget to it.â and now his voice has that commanding tone, and suddenly you are letting him pull you towards the dirty mattress in the farmhouse, tying your wrists to the bedpost as he cages you in.
Summary: Ever since you saw Logan, your boyfriend, in disguise for his mission in Madripoor, you couldnât 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 â¤ď¸ 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 âfreakâ, 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, youâd 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 didnât 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 Loganâs crumbling fear of flying, which you attempted to soothe. For the most part, you were able to calm his nerves and himself down.
He wasnât 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, youâd been crudely compelled to come with Logan on this mission, especially after seeing him put on that âdisguiseâ. 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 werenât 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.
âWhatâs gotten into you, bub?â He nearly chuckles, almost teasingly as you nipped at his neck quickly.
âI justââ you pant, cutting yourself off with a breathy laugh as you feel the embarrassment of your hastiness kick in. âI donât know if itâs the suit or the eyepatchâhell, maybe bothâbut fuck, itâs making me go crazy.â 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.
âMm, yeah?â Logan hums lowly as you two continued to make out, resulting in your voices turning hesitant and shaky. âYouâre actually turned on by this, baby?â 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.
Loganâs 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 Loganâs 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.
âMmmâŚâ 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. âAhhâLoganâ!â 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 couldnât 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:
âWait,â you firmly interject, âthe patch stays on.â
A wide grin appeared on Loganâs 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.
âYou do know I canât see shit with this thing on, right?â He exaggerates with a chuckle, almost mocking your decision for him to keep the accessory. You didnât 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 wayâ
âI donât fucking care,â 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.
âMmm⌠AhhâŚâ 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.
âOhâAhâ!â 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.
âFuck, youâre so tight, baby,â 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, âyouâre so fuckinâ perfect, sweetheart. Feels amazinââŚâ
Loganâs 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. âOh! MâLogan!â 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.
âNeed you to ride me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?â 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 Loganâs 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.
âFuckâŚâ you groan, hands on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Loganâs 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.
âAh! Ahh! Oh!â 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.
âMmââ he grunts as he mutters your name in admiration, thrusting his hips up to increase the sensitivity and speed. âFuck!â 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 Loganâs panting, grunts, and stuttered hip movements, you could tell he was close as well.
âMmmâMmâIâIâm gonna cum,â you whine, holding him close to your body with your arms as your hips kept moving to pursue the final, euphoric sensation.
âNghâMe too. Me too, baby. Câmon⌠Cum for me,â he gently orders under his breath before you felt your muscles clench, walls tightening as you reached your powerful orgasm.
âMmmâAhh!â 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 Loganâs 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.
âSo, donât get me wrong,â you mumble, still merely exhausted, âI love your eyes, but⌠the eyepatch is just⌠so fuckinâ sexy. Especially with the white suit, justâeverythingâŚâ
Logan chuckled humorously at your confession, pressing several gentle kisses on your shoulder.
âMm? Well, get used to it, bub. Weâre gonna be here for a while,â he smirks as he positioned the two of you to lay down beside each other on the bed.
âOh, I know I will,â you giggle softly, burying your face in his sweat-stained neck.
Bond Girl, part 1 | patch!Logan x fem!reader | TEASER
synopsis: the first adjective that leapt to mind the second sheâd seen such a thingâobscene. like bait from the possession of man everyone here knew to more vile than any beautiful thing could be. because, if Logan is anything, itâs 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, â ď¸
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, itâs a surprise.
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TEASER
âYou won this?â turning in her seat, she gently pushes him back with a hand to his chest. âIn cards? You always play for cash,â without flinching, she probes for an answerâLogan never bets collateral. He always plays for money, or, on occasion, information.
It was how sheâd come to know âPatchââLogan. The man of Madripoor. In all her months of watching him play, sheâd only ever seen him accept collateral one other timeâshe protected the Van Cleef on her arm nearly with her life.
âIt has to be worth a small fortune,â quietly she turned back to the mirror, slightly entranced by the diamondâs brilliance.
He chuckled, âNot small enough,â his finger brushes a tendril of curl hanging from the simple pins at the base of her neck. âWasnât thinkinâ about how much it cost, sweetheart. Too busy imagininâ you wearinâ it to bed,â 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.
âBut I guess thisâll do for now, hm?â
Willpower of the gods had somehow propelled her out of the chair, hand in his as heâd 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. Heâs warm. Chases away the slight chill pebbling the skin of her arms, the A/C of the hotel suite more tangible than ever.
âFor now,â sheâd echoed with a small smile, amusement passing through her tone. Its tone is light with a breath, but low. Simmering. âMaybe if youâre good, Iâll ask about that active imagination of yours later.â Hand finding his cheek, she guided him into a slow, unhurried kiss. âFeel lucky tonight, Lo?â 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. âAinât about feelinâ lucky,â tipping her chin up, he smiled at her darkly. With purpose, reverence. âBut if it makes you feel betterâyou bet, sugar.â
