Salvationlogan Howlett X Chubby!readersynopsis:

— salvation logan howlett x chubby!reader synopsis:

“Like what you see, old man?” Your voice comes out more breathy than intended, eyes sparkling as you goad Logan just a little. “You fuckin’ know I do, princess.” Logan presses his nose to your hair, inhaling your scent like he wants it to mark his soul. “Mmm, I think I could use a little refresher.” Your grin is coy as you ask him to worship your body like an altar.

notes: explicit (minors dni), worst!wolverine, fem!reader, body worship, oral sex, established relationship, domestic fluff, porn with feelings

word count: 1.6k

You hear shuffling footsteps behind you over the rush of water from where you stand at the sink, giving the plates a quick rinse before gingerly placing them in the dishwasher. That was a perk of your boyfriend having a skeleton made of adamantium—he can’t even try to sneak up on you. It was Logan’s turn to cook tonight, which meant it was your turn to do the dishes. You don’t find any particular delight in washing the damp residue off the porcelain dishes. But you are more than willing to exchange this chore for the opportunity to ogle a shirtless Logan in his plaid pajama pants and dorky apron while he made you dinner. You would never have guessed that Wade’s gruff, violent new roommate would make such a damn good stir-fry. You cherished the memory of his gorgeous biceps as he chopped your favorite veggies—shamelessly wearing the Kiss the Cook apron you got him on Valentine’s Day. He had even winked at you. Winked! He was probably able to smell your arousal from where you sat on the couch, pretending to watch the news when really, you were watching him.

Thoughts drifting back to the present, you feel your lips curl up in a smirk. If he wants to be a little tease, you are more than happy to return the favor. You know exactly what these pajama shorts do to your man. Sometimes shorts that would be passable on someone with a smaller butt are downright indecent on you—not that you mind, when you only wear them around the apartment anyways. This pair are short and loose enough that the plump curve of your ass is on full display when you bend down to put the plates in the dishwasher.

You hear Logan's barely stifled grunt as you linger, bent in half longer than strictly necessary. After you had spent so many years pushing down insecurity about your body, you feel warmth well in your chest at showing off your plump figure to Logan in this way. You know he likes it. But that doesn’t make it any less delicious every time he tells you so.

In the beginning, you were downright surprised when he was interested in you. You knew you were beautiful, from your tummy, to your luscious thighs, to your more than generous ass. And from the first time you met him, you felt an undeniable pull towards Logan’s hardened physique, so different from the softness of your own. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in your attractiveness. You had already won that battle with your body before meeting your Wolverine. It’s just that—with men who look like Logan—you have to keep yourself guarded. There are a lot of fucked up ideas about what makes a woman pretty, and a lot of the time, guys who look like Logan ascribe to them. But, once Logan had sniffed out your interest in him (with a little help from Wade), he made his feelings towards you abundantly clear. And you quickly discovered that beneath his gruff exterior is a delightful gentleman with a filthy mouth. Tonight, you plan on putting that mouth to extremely good use.

You arch your back as you stand up, and Logan is right behind you, calloused hands finding your hips like they have a hundred times before. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the ghost of his breath against your skin. Warmth is already rushing to your stomach and lower.

“Y’know what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart?” Logan’s voice is a rough, low growl in your ear. You look over your shoulder at him, a wicked grin painted across your lips.

“You like what you see, old man?” Your voice comes out more breathy than intended, eyes sparkling as you goad Logan just a little.

“You fuckin’ know I do, princess.” Logan presses his nose to your hair, inhaling your scent like he wants it to mark his soul. One of Logan’s hands moves from your waist to rest on the countertop by the sink. You wiggle your hips just a little, feeling Logan’s delightful bulge against your ass.

You turn around in his arms, back pressed against the counter as Logan’s presence locks you in. He doesn’t use his strength. He doesn’t need to. Your pull towards him is magnetic, and wherever he wants you is where you want to be. He is careful never to rest the full weight of his frame on you, body hovering a hair’s breadth above your own. Your hand finds his neck in a gentle caress, moving up to tangle in his hair. His hazel eyes simmer with desire as they meet yours.

“Mmm, I think I could use a little refresher.”

Your grin is coy as you ask him to worship your body like an altar. In an instant, Logan’s lips find yours in a searing kiss. His hands cup your ass, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his hips to steady yourself. You fucking love how he picks you up like you weigh nothing. You love your curves and your tummy, but they also meant that none of your past partners could carry you into bed like Logan can. This man might just have ruined you for anybody else, with his super-strength, and his gruff charisma, and his deceptively generous spirit.

Logan loves the way his fingers sink into your supple flesh just a little as he carries you into your shared bedroom. He lays you gingerly on the bed, soft sheets enveloping every gorgeous curve. His cock is already leaking pre-cum in his pants. He would be embarrassed, but he can smell how badly you need this too.

I think I could use a little refresher.

Well, you’ll get a fuckin’ refresher, Logan thinks to himself as he runs his hands along your body, following every blooming swell and valley. He has seen beauty standards come and go during his long life, but he can’t help but think your body is the most delectable he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. He feasts upon the sight of you splayed beneath him, breasts rising and falling in anticipation, nipples peaked through your little tank top. Your body looks like something from myth. He takes one between his fingers and pinches softly. You let out a tiny, needy whimper. “Look like you belong in a damn painting, sweetheart.” His words are a low rasp in the charged air between you. “Like the fuckin’ Renaissance.”

Logan positions himself towards the bottom of the bed, hands resting on either side of your legs. His lip caress your ankle, leaving trails of electricity with every touch. He kissed his way up one leg, stopping just before reaching the apex of your thighs to kiss his way down the other. His lips brush along the curve of your calf, featherlight fingers caressing from your knee to your ankle with a reverence that steals your breath.

“Gorgeous fuckin’ legs,” Logan grunts. You can feel his words on your skin, his breath sending shivers up your legs and to your core. His hands sweep up to grab at your thighs, and you are already bucking your hips up into nothing, desperate for his touch. His name falls from your lips in a plea, and his eyes meet yours.

“These thighs’ll be the death of me, sweet girl. Can’t wait to feel ‘em crushin’ my head.”

Logan’s lips finally trace their way back up to where you need them most, his nose knocking against your clothed slit as he savors the heady scent of your arousal through your sleep-shorts.

“Let’s get these off ya, yeah?” His voice vibrates against you as you arch your back into him.

You nod desperately, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s slipping you out of your shorts and panties. Your bottoms are discarded on the floor, and Logan settles once again between your thighs.

“Smells so fuckin’ good for me, baby.” Desire pulls tight in your abdomen before he finally nuzzles into your pussy, lips puffy and ready for him. His gaze is heavy-lidded as it meets your own, his tongue darting out to lick a teasing circle around your clit. Your hands tangle in his hair, spurring him on, and his tongue finally laves a long, languid stroke up your slit. He stays like that for some time, head buried in your cunt. He feels your lush thighs press into him. Fucking you with just his tongue, chasing your pleasure. He moans as he laps at your arousal. You taste like divinity, like the nectar of the gods is pouring into his mouth. Suddenly it is not adamantium in his bones, but golden ichor in his veins as he hears you cry out beneath him. You come undone on his tongue, and he feels you flutter so sweetly beneath him.

He was never a religious man. But then he met you. The first time he kissed you was a benediction. The first time he tasted you was paradise. If you were Eden in that moment, he would have taken the apple in a heartbeat. You were his salvation after years alone. You were his light at the end of the tunnel.

You stroke his hair, pulling him back to the present. You haven’t even touched him yet, but he can feel himself leaking in his pajama pants. Your breath comes out in ragged pants. You let out a blissful laugh as Logan continues his careful caress of your body, his dripping mouth pressing kisses to your soft belly.

“You’re perfect, Lo.”

He chuckles against your skin before climbing up to straddle your hips. “No, babydoll. You are.”

a/n: wahhh thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic for logan!! but there will be more please let me know what you thought!! i planned to make this a longer one-parter, but i needed to get eyes on this and honestly it felt like a natural ending point for this part! don't worry they're going to fuck in part two xx

i also didn't proofread this as thoroughly as normal bc im extremely tired HAHA, let me know if there are any typos! (edit: i caught several grammatical errors while posting this on ao3, so i've updated this to fix them! please let me know if you see any more)

ty saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers!

a quick little comic to thank the fields of mistria devs for hayden's summer outfit

— absolution

logan howlett x chubby!reader | part two of salvation | ao3

synopsis:

Logan would worship your body for hours if you’d let him. He can’t help but prolong your pleasure before finding his own. He once told you that it’s because you deserve it so much more than he does.

warnings: explicit (minors dni), worst!wolverine, fem!reader, body worship, unprotected piv, established relationship, domestic fluff, porn with feelings so many feelings

wordcount: 1.6k

notes: thank you so much for the response on salavation omg?? i kind of love playing with the idea of logan's self loathing manifesting itself in softness once you crack his hard exterior, and i played with that idea even more in this part! i hope you love it :')

You taste yourself as you share a languid kiss with Logan. He always said he was made to kill. As his calloused hand cups your breast, you know he was made for this. You feel his clothed bulge press against your wetness. You can feel how he wants you. And you’re sure he can smell how you need him. You moan into his lips.

“Logan, please—”

“Anything you need, angel.” Logan traces the planes of your face as he grinds softly into you. “I’d burn the fuckin’ world for you, y’know that?”

You arch your back into him.

“I’d never—” you whimper as he rubs against your clit just right. His motions and his admission have you writhing with want.

“I’d never ask you to,” Your answer comes out panted. His thumb trails across your lower lip.

“Mmm, baby.” Logan dips his head into the crook of your neck, his words ghosting along your skin. His hips still. “That’s why I love you.”

Your fingers find his cheek, urging him to look at you. He smells like cedar and cigar smoke and you.

In your months together, he has been slow to say those words out loud. He shows his love by learning your favorite drink. By being there the second you’re off work to walk you home. By bringing you pleasure you never even thought imaginable. Your heart beats like a caged bird inside your chest.

“I love you too, Lo.”

His smile could outshine the sun. You think that must be why he always keeps it hidden away. He pulls back, placing a hand on the lush folds of your belly. Butterflies flutter to life beneath his touch.

“Need you to fuck me now,” you whisper.

There is no command in your voice, but Logan moves like he’s bound to obey. He rises himself off you and makes quick work of his pajama pants and underwear. His gaze is heavy, eyes never leaving yours. Your body is cold without his warmth above it.

Logan settles atop you again, his cock pressed into the bedsheets as he leaves a trail of kisses across your thighs and tummy. You pull at his hair impatiently.

“Up here, Lo.”

He smiles to himself. Logan would worship your body for hours if you’d let him. He can’t help but prolong your pleasure before finding his own. He once told you that it’s because you deserve it so much more than he does.

Logan climbs back up so your faces are level, his body ever a hairs-breadth above your own. He loves how his cock rests against your sweet tummy. A sharp breath escapes your lips as he grinds against your core, feeling how slick you are for him.

Your nerves are on fire as he presses a finger inside you, curling it just right. You let out a needy whimper. You think your arousal mixed with how Logan absolutely salivated over your cunt, he doesn’t even need to prep you for his size. But the care he treats you with always takes your breath away. How could anyone ever feel let down by this man?

As his finger starts to move inside you, your walls flutter around it. He is already filling you up so perfectly but you need more.

Logan’s breath is hot on the shell of you ear, nipping and sucking on it as he fucks you with a single finger. Between nibbles, words fall from his lips.

“Love feeling you, baby. Can’t wait to be inside. Fuckin’ perfect for me. Don’t deserve you for a second.”

You want to protest, to tell him that he’s wrong. Want to say that he deserves everything you can give and more. But all that comes out is a whimper as his thumb strokes your clit and his finger pumps inside you.

He pulls you to the edge of your pleasure. Your climax builds and builds in your belly until your eyes roll back in your head and you cry his name like a mantra. When Logan pulls his finger out you feel yourself pulse around nothing.

“Need you inside, baby. Now.”

You’re practically begging but you don’t care. Logan hollows out his cheeks as he sucks his finger clean, savoring the taste of you.

“I know, pretty angel. Had to get you ready for me. Don’t wanna hurt you. Don’t ever wanna hurt you.”

“Won’t hurt me, Logan. You were made for me.”

Your breath hitches as he finally positions himself at your entrance. He holds the back of your head as he slowly pushes into you. He stretches you so deliciously, his cock brushing against that perfect spot as he finally sheaths himself to the hilt.

Logan is drunk on how your soft walls part just for him. His thrusts are languid, arm canted above your head so he can watch your pretty expressions while he fucks you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you are lost in the moment as he takes you soft and deep. Your tighten around him, and Logan feels it deep in his core. He knows if he was a lesser man, in this moment, he would chase his own climax. But somehow, you have made a good man out of the worst Wolverine. Your pleasure is his penance. You are his absolution. With every release, you wipe away his sins so he can begin again. His pace remains tender. His body is a vessel bringing you ever closer to the precipice for the third time tonight.

Your body is alight as you reach your peak. Your whimpers are the sweetest music to Logan as you come undone on his cock. His hand works at your breast as he gently fucks you through your orgasm.

“Logan, baby.” Your hand cups his jaw, rough stubble prickling beneath your touch. His hips continue their lazy rhythm, and you want to be joined like this forever. “Feels so good,” you whisper. “So good.”

After years of insults hurled and glares thrown like daggers, your praise sends shivers down his spine. He just hopes he deserves it.

Your arms wrap around his chiseled shoulders, the softness of your form so different to his. He loves feeling you against him like this, every curve like a song as he makes love to you.

“You’re perfect, baby. You’re everything. Everything,” Logan breaths. He is never so soft as he is with you beneath him. You sand down every rough edge until he is the man he knows you deserve.

Your fingers snake their way into his hair, pulling ever so slightly.

“Come for me, Lo. Want it inside. Please.”

Who am I to deny a goddess?

His pace quickens and his breath ghosts across your skin. Your fingers map each muscle on his back, each scar. Electricity ignites beneath your touch until it’s too much, it’s too much and Logan finally lets go. His pumps slow as he spills inside you, your name leaving his lips in a wild pant. He savors how he is a part of you now, in his own small way, his soul entwined with your own.

His hips finally still. Lips steal yours in a ginger kiss before he pulls himself out of you. Easing down beside you, he coaxes you to lay atop his chest. Your plush form feels so perfect laying atop him, molding to him. He loves how soft you are. Loves this closeness, this intimacy. Sex was never so spiritual, so emotional for him—until he was buried deep inside you. From that moment on, he was bound to you.

Your hand traces the veins on his own until he lifts your joined palms and stares. In the back of his mind, he knows you’d look real sweet with a ring on your finger. But he’ll sort through that realization later. For now, he savors this moment with you, his happy ending. He brings your hand to rest atop his heart.

“This belongs to you, Princess. It all belongs to you.” He murmurs as you feel his heartbeat beneath your touch.

You laugh a little, head resting against his chest.

“If everything belongs to me, I think that makes me Queen.”

“You’re more’n a queen to me, sweetheart. You’re divine.”

You press a soft kiss to his chest before laying your head back down to listen to his heartbeat. He can feel your cheek heat where it is pressed to his chest. A swell of pride, that he can do that to you even when he doesn’t have his mouth or his cock buried between your legs. His hand finds your hair in a tender caress.

“Want this forever, Lo,” you muse aloud.

He still can’t believe that out of everyone in the world, you’d choose a fuck-up like him. The worst Wolverine. But damn, if he isn’t happy you do. He’d die before he left your side.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

a/n: i'm so weak for logan it makes me look STUPID!! please let me know what you think EEE i so hope i did this idea justice!! and apologies for getting carried away with the prose let me live my madeline miller dreams tyvm

writing this was such a practice in self love! i hope this fic made you love your body a little more, bc i know it did that for me! :') i also ALWAYS intend to write inclusively for readers of color, so please please let me know if you came across any language that didn't feel that way!

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