OOH This Is So Good!

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! 💖

I’m not joking when I say that Hugh Jackman had irreversibly changed my brain chemistry. I literally see men other people thirst about these days and I think, “that’s not Hugh :/“. I’m so obsessed ever since I learnt about him. I know I’m late to the party and I’m sorry, but holy shit. I don’t think I’ll ever be attracted to a man under the age of fifty again. I know it’s fucking huge, too. And you just KNOW how good he would take care of you. Like he’s kind, funny, rich, a good dad— and oh my god I would give him a whole litter of kids if he asked. I fantasize about him going to sleep at night, I think about him in the shower, I literally think about him when I touch m— gunshots. I’ll leave that one out. I literally just want to sink my teeth into his fucking biceps and chew. And those veins running down to his djckk… oughh save me Hugh Jackman save meeee. Permission to bounce on it sir? I’d literally be such a good girl for him, I’d do whatever he wanted. I would literally be the perfect little wife. And you know he KNOWS how to touch you, too. God. Just had to get this out of my system and this is only the more pg thoughts sigh

Imagine Logan sucking on your tits like his life depends on it.

You’d both randomly be cuddling when he’d pull up your shirt, just enough to give him access to one breast.

“Lo, what are you doing?” You giggled when his mouth connected to your hardening nipples, sucking in a sharp breath when his tongue ran over it.

He didn’t reply, he just kept sucking your tit like his life depended on it. His hand went up your shirt, groping and kneading the other one.

You felt yourself start getting wet at the contact, moaning a little.

You heard him inhale quickly. You knew he smelled your arousal. “Already, sweetheart?” He chuckled deeply, the vibrations buzzing your nipple.

“Can’t help it, Lo…you make me feel so good.”

His other hand instinctively went to your clothed pussy, rubbing your clit strategically. “So wet f’me,” he noted, going through the top of your waistband and touching your swelling clit directly. “This pussy is mine, yeah baby?”

You nodded, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Words, babygirl.”

“It’s yours, Logan. All fucking yours.”

“Damn fuckin’ right it is.”

oh so charles and erik are like lovers okay theyre gay as hell I see ok

logan fucking you from behind while having you in a headlock.

you’re both on your knees on the bed, your back is flush to his chest and his bicep is around your neck. he has you completely immobilized and all you can do is let him manhandle you.

the muscle is hard and warm and it cushions your chin and he ruts into you. the squeeze isn’t tight enough to cut off any air supply, but it makes you feel a little fuzzy.

his other hand grabs possesively at your hips and ass, gripping you wherever he can. he’s muttering filthy shit into your ear and nipping at your neck where skin is exposed. you’re so close to him and it feels like he’s everywhere and his presence is all-encompassing.

my hugh jackman and wolverine obsession has led me to finally start all of the x-men movies. Im so excited :)