Blowjob Handles

blowjob handles

a/n: thought I would write a little blurb as my first post :)

When Wade initially made the joke about the Wolverine mask having ‘blowjob handles’, you couldn’t stop the little giggle that escaped you, much to Logan’s annoyance. It was a dirty joke, sure, and Logan had to slap Wade’s hands away from grabbing the little… ears? Eyes? Of the mask, but he didnt stab him for it, so you assumed he wasn’t as offended as he could’ve been.

But, as it turns out, blowjobs weren’t the only thing those handles were useful for.

Logan had you spread out on your bed, knees pushed up by your chest as his head was lowered between your thighs, his mouth ravaging the flesh of your cunt. You were a whimpering, whining mess, head thrown back as your hands clutched at the sheets.

Logan had just gotten back from some sort of mission with Wade and the X-men, covered in soot, dirt, and blood that most likely wasn’t his. You had greeted him as you usually did, halfway through your sentence telling him to hop into a nice warm shower before he picked you up under your thighs and threw you over his shoulder before depositing you onto the bed.

He hadn’t even taken his mask off, the yellow and black of the material muted by the wear and tear. Normally, your hands would be tangled in Logan’s hair, holding onto his cute little cowlicks and bucking your hips against his face.

But you couldn’t, and you didn’t want to just tear the mask off of his face, so your hands grasped at the back of his head, nails scratching against the fabric. Then he rolled his tongue over your clit just how you like, and instincts took over. Your hands flew to the protruding black parts of the mask, wrapping around them and using them as leverage as you ground back against him.

You heard and felt Logan growl against your pussy, only burying his face further into your cunt, feeling his nose bump against your clit, “That’s it, kid,” he growled between slurps and licks, pushing your knees further back towards your chest, the whites of the eyes of his mask staring back at you.

Maybe Wade’s ideas weren’t all too bad.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MORE PORN LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT

P*LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT <3

logan calling you into the bathroom

making out with logan

logan teasing you before bed

logan taking his stress out on you

logan putting you to sleep on other his fingers

when your really needy so logan makes you do all the work

nightly routine before bed

riding logan because of a failed movie night

how the two of you wake each other up in the morning

logan being rough

a very neeedy logan

sitting inbetween logans legs and getting fingered 😵‍💫

logan fingering you pt4

face to face

logan on the kitchen counter

in the honda odyssey pt2

logan showing off his strength

logan eating you out

logan and his breeding kink

choking with logan

Mean!logan holding your nose closed while you gag on his cock. Your honor I need him😫

“you can fuckin’ take it, c’mon.”

his fingers dig into the side of your nose, cutting off your air supply while he plunges his cock down your throat. your eyes water, both from fear and from gagging. he loves having control over you like this. you don’t do a single thing unless he wants you to. you don’t even fucking breathe unless logan gives you permission. he owns you in every sense and this is his way of reminding you.

“just like that, dollface. prettiest fuckin’ cocksucker i’ve ever seen.”

OOH this is so good!

Can you imagine sending Logan nudes lmaooo. If you have any time would you make a little drabble about sending Wade and Logan nudes and their reactions (,:

oooh hi anon, this is so 👀 to think about!! I feel like they would both be incredibly appreciative for sure (just like - knowing you were thinking about them would be such an ego boost for both) - I feel like Wade would be over the moon and so complimentary. and Logan might be a little more old-school. admiring, of course - no one’s sent him something quite like this before. He’d keep it safe - pull it out when he’s really missing you.

I have a little drabble for each below! Just a fun pov of them receiving them 💖 thank you so much for sending this!!

SENDING WADE & LOGAN YOUR ✨PHOTOS ✨

wade wilson x gn!reader | logan howlett x gn!reader

WADE

Wade is out - but it doesn’t matter, not when his sweetie pie snookums is messaging him. As soon as the metal gear alert chimes, he’s peeling away from the group to check your text.

Teeth sinking into knuckles when he sees the pretty picture you sent him - hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t already healing.

All that skin, bared for him to see. Red leather spread out beneath - something resting against your parted lips.

With a tap, it’s already the new background of his phone. Your contact photo as well - his thumbs moving a mile a minute as he texts you.

> baby.

> BABY.

> fuck, you look so fucking good.

> I’m SO fucking hard right now

> Is that my suit? IS THAT BABY KNIFE???

Your messages comes back instantly

> why don’t you come over and see? ❤️

“Fuck, I love you.” He groans, palming himself as he texts something back. Emojis, a random press of letters, he has no idea. Doesn’t fucking matter.

Throwing out the quickest goodbye he’s ever managed as he power-walks through the bar - still talking a mile-a-minute as he passes the shared table.

“Gotta go, listen - Avengers-level stuff here. The Marvel Jesus beacon has been lit, I am legally obligated to answer the call-”

Ignoring the chorus of questions that follow -

Because he’s got somewhere really goddamn important to be.

LOGAN

It’s late, when Logan hear the ping of his cell. His head tilting back on the couch, as he swipes through to his messages.

A breath held, when he sees what you sent him.

He lifts up on an elbow - a confirmation that the door is shut behind him. Keen senses catching the slow breathing in the room behind, before he settles back down.

Phone held close, as he looks at your message again.

He’s used to old, grainy polaroids. A hint of intimacy, tucked into a pocket when he enlisted. It’s nothing compared to this.

Bared skin. So much implied in the way your hand curves - hiding what he wants to see. The peek of his flannel at your wrists, before the rest is cropped with the angle.

An aching swell to his cock, as his hand drops to snake beneath the waistband. Squeezing himself, as he bucks into his palm.

A second, before his thumb is tapping on your contact. He can hear the smile in your voice the second you answer his call.

“You liked it, baby?”

His eyes close at the soft coo of your voice.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” He rasps, “You just take that?”

You hum your answer, and his fist tightens. A bitten-back groan, as his eyes close. Picturing the photo again. Picturing you.

“Fuck. Keep going, sweetheart.” Logan groans, “‘m right there with you. Wanna hear you when you come.”

thanks again for sending this! 💖

LOGAN WITH YOUNGER GF (19-20 young) WHO HAS LIKE FACE PIERCINGS AND IS LIKE GOTH/EMO BUT HAS THE PERSONALITY OF A GOLDEN RETRIEVER!! like she wears leather jackets, fishnets, corsets, looks like she could kill you

i like how you think, xenotbyte.

warnings: 18+ smut under cut, mdni

older!logan with a goth girlfriend who is an ABSOLUTE sweetie pie.

older!logan with a girlfriend who shows him all about her makeup routine and even convinces him to let her do it on him one time. he doesn't end up enjoying it and stops you mid way.

older!logan who nods his head along to his younger girlfriend's songs on shuffle.

older!logan with a goth girlfriend that makes everyone around them question why they're together. not to mention she looks way younger than him.

older!logan with a goth girlfriend who lights up every room she walks in and makes logan proud to call her his girlfriend.

older!logan with a vixen for a girlfriend with the personality of a ball of sunshine.

older!logan who loves watching her get dressed in the morning, helping her with her corsets and insisting to be the one who drags the fishnets up her legs.

older!logan who likes to run his hands over his girlfriend's lacey fishnets, specifically over her thighs.

older!logan who rips said fishnets off of her at night, making a perfect opening for him to slide into.

older!logan who fucks his girlfriend in positions he's never even heard of that she introduced to him.

older!logan who groans as his girlfriend rides him while she's smiling down at him. "fuck, you're gonna kill me, kid." he'd grunt while gripping onto her hips.

older!logan with a goth girlfriend who loves teasing her boyfriend in public with her revealing clothes, bending over to show her ass peaking out of her lace black panties that he bought for her.

older!logan who has to keep buying more for her because he just can't control himself and rips them all off of her at the end of the day.

A Logan x chubby!reader blurb <3 let me know if you guys want a part two <3

TW: Suggestive

Edit: part two here

Logan never thought he’d get caught up with a pretty little thing like you.

You’re absolutely precious. Wade’s neighbor directly across from their now shared apartment. You’re shorter than him with the cutest chubby body, your legs and tummy jiggling subtly when you walk. It was enough to kill him, and that’s saying a lot for a man who can’t die.

You’d shared a couple brief greetings in the hallway, a polite smile from you and a nod from him. There was an afternoon him and Wade were walking back from helping the X-men on a mission where the two of them caught you struggling to pad down the stairs, looking nervously around your over-stuffed laundry basket with a focused, worried expression.

Logan didn’t know what came over him— sure, he was told beneath his spiky exterior he had a soft core, but he usually brushed off that comment as nothing more than people trying to make him feel better. Wade was halfway through throwing a teasing comment at you before Logan was already there, gently taking the laundry basket from your grasp and tucking it under his big arm.

Wade let out an over exaggerated gasp, and you immediately tried to reassure Logan you could do it yourself, but he was already headed down the stairs to the laundry room. Thats where you two formally introduced yourself to each other— and also Wade, who had followed the both of you downstairs since his FOMO was chronic.

You were precious, so fucking sweet and kind.

It was driving Logan crazy.

That’s why when Wade approached him asking if he could go over and fix your sink for you— you had asked Wade initially since you knew him better, but Wade told you to wait a moment while he talked to ‘the old ball and chain’— Logan knew that it was going to be a challenge.

Now, Logan wasn’t a plumber or anything, but in the two-hundred something years he’s been alive, you get around when you have to learn to provide for yourself. He took his toolbox he bought a couple weeks ago after Wade lost to the computers in Mario kart and got so pissed he broke the coffee table in the living room, so Logan bought and assembled a new one.

Knocking on your door, Logan found himself actually wondering if he looked okay, if his hair was too much of a mess and if his cowlicks made him look stupid. Little did he know you thought they were absolutely adorable.

You opened the door, blinking before smiling, opening it further and gesturing for him to come in, “Logan, hey!” You greeted softly, and he felt his heart rate speed up at the sight of the slight blush on your chubby cheeks, nodding as he stepped inside, “Sorry, I was expecting Wade,” you said with a small giggle.

Logan shook his head with a grunt, “Fucker can’t fix anything to save his life. Better at breaking shit,” he says, walking over into your sink and setting down the toolbox on the counter. He crouches to open up the cupboards beneath it, and he hears the subtle gulp from you behind him as you observed the muscles of his back flexing under his tight white tank.

“Well, I seriously can’t thank you enough,” you say softly, stammering a bit as you fidgeted with your slightly pudgy hands in front of you. Logan just nods, pushing down the voices in his head that screamed about how fucking cute you were, how he just wanted to grab you by your adorable chubby stomach and pound—

He blinked, grunting before turning back to the pipes, “‘S not a problem,” he says, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. He locates the problem, grabbing the desired tool and twisting a couple parts back into place.

You stood awkwardly behind him, your sweet scent enveloping him, and it was making it hard to focus. You smelt like vanilla, probably some sort of body butter or lotion based on how your skin glistened in the dim light of your apartment.

Focus, dammit.

“…Are you thirsty at all?” Your soft voice asks, and Logan pauses, pulling back out from under the sink to look up at you.

“Water’d be nice,” he nods, watching with a clenched jaw as you smile and pad over to your fridge, cursing softly under his breath at the sight of how your fat, jiggly ass bounced beneath the skirt of your sundress. You walk back over and hand it to him, and he quietly thanks you.

It’s a few more minutes of you standing there and watching him work before he pulls back, putting his tools away and checking the sink, watching as the water flowed out smoothly and patting the edge, “Should be good,” he says, and you grin ear to ear.

“Oh, Logan, thank you!” You say, walking over to where your purse sat on the counter and rifling through it before pulling out your pocketbook, “Let me at least pay you,”

Logan’s eyes briefly widen before he shakes his head, “No, no, you don’t gotta do that, bub,” he reassures, “I don’t do this lookin’ for payment.”

You stop pulling the bills out, “Are you sure?” You ask softly, and he nods. You felt bad not doing anything for him, “Are you sure there’s no way I can pay you back?” You ask, and Logan pauses, visibly tensing up. You tilt your head, unaware of the suggestive undertone of your words.

Yes, Logan thought, you can help me out by wrapping those soft lips around my cock. Logan prayed you couldn’t see the hunger that flashed behind his eyes. He just cleared his throat and shook his head, exchanging a couple more words with you before you thanked him and he went back to his apartment across from yours.

You shut the door and smiled, biting your bottom lip and holding back a giggle.

Maybe you’d mess with your sink on purpose again.