Some Logan And Chubby!reader Thoughts While You Guys Wait For Part Two Of My Blurb >:)

some logan and chubby!reader thoughts while you guys wait for part two of my blurb >:)

Logan who never really heavily considered his type in women beyond their personality and strength finding himself enamored with how you jiggle with each step.

Logan who finds himself tugging on his cock at night when Wade and Al are asleep to the thought of feeling your soft rolls under his hands as he pounds into you from behind, the clap of your fat ass bouncing off of his hips.

Logan who's constantly teased by Wade for checking his appearance in the mirror before he goes out, wanting to make sure that he looked okay if you both happened to run into each other.

Logan who would caress the pudge of your stomach if you were spooning, his big arm draped over your figure and his hard cock pressed against your ass.

Logan who can't help but get a handful of your soft breasts, who rolls your nipples between his fingers leisurely until you're squirming and whimpering.

Logan who loves to kiss your chubby cheeks, and who loves to slap his cock against them, smearing them with your spit and his precum.

Logan who can't get enough of fucking you in any position that shows off your soft tummy, bending you over in a mating press or fucking you missionary. He loves to grab the rolls of your stomach while he pounds you.

Logan who's always the first person to comfort you should you ever feel insecure or compare yourself to other girls, to remind you that you're more than just your body, and that he loves you no matter how you look

THIS IS SO UNDERRATED OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD!

more Logan Howlett head canons! but this time it’s from veronica 😈 buckle your seatbelts.

- since you can’t mark him, the next best thing are lipstick marks. they drive him crazy, especially as you’re on top of him slowly kissing down his chest and abs, finally able to leave a reminder of what’s yours. loves it when you leave a mark on his neck, right below his ear so everyone can see. sometimes when you’re both tired and taking it slow, you try to kiss him everywhere, but you love to kiss him on his knuckles, because you love the sound of his breath quickening to the sweet gesture.

— his grip HURTS, made of pure adamantium, the way he holds onto your hips is painful, but he just can’t help it, he wants you as close as possible.

— i KNOW his claws come out when he’s close, just in that moment when your pussy is sucking him in like a vice, refusing to let him pull out (not that he’d want to). he always tries to make sure to angle it into the mattress, leaving yet another torn, but sometimes he just can’t control himself and his claws dig through the wall, scaring the neighbors, but god does it turn you on even more.

— this is the least patient man ever, sure he’d flirt with you here and there, but he’s lonely, impatient and horny! he’s got no time for foreplay!

— does it even have to be said? he for sure smokes a cigar as he fucks you. he’s so slow and deep with it, too, just suffocating you with pleasure and cigar smoke as he makes out with you.

— he loves to see you riding him in the mornings, both of you too lazy to get fully undressed as you get out his cock just past the zipper, your bare cunt hitting the metal as you rock your hips back and forth. his hand guides your hips as you set a lazy pace, a groggy smile accompanied by a morning smoke and his whispers of encouragement with his morning voice.

— his morning voice turns you on so much, and he knows it, too, loves to praise you as you try to reach your high even as your thighs burn. “come on, pretty girl, keep going,” “doing so well for me,” “god you’re so fucking gorgeous, doll,” “just like that—fuck.”

cigar 🤤

— on nights he needs to let his anger out on you, you best believe you’re gonna need time before your legs stop shaking. it feels like you’ve crossed dimensions. he knows it, too, he just teases you as he comes back with a wet cloth for you.

— walks around sometimes afterwards, whether it’s naked or just commando with jeans, and you’d be lying if you said the sight of ass or back muscles didn’t get you going again after he destroyed you.

— at first, his beard and sideburns rubbing against you was an issue as it irritated your skin, but now as he ravages your cunt, you love the burn as he makes sure to rub his facial hair against your inner thighs, the burn only making you squirm more as his hands hold your hips in a death grip, more bruises definitely forming, but that’s not stopping him.

thank you for coming to my horny Ted Talk.

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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

I'm thinking about emotional sex with Logan

I'm talking about those deep rolls of his hips that have you sobbing into his silk pillows because you're stretched so good that you can hardly remember why you were upset in the first place.

It's the type of fucking that has you shivering beneath him and trembling with each of his thrusts, trying to grasp onto some form of reality to ground yourself back to earth again.

It's the type of fucking he gives you when you can't tell him what it is you need. When you're choking on your tears, too tired from crying and exhausted from the mental fog you've been in.

He keeps you there. Keeps you in a headspace that reminds you where you are.

You keep your hands over your face, tits rocking with your body as he rolls his hips into you.

You're still stuck there – replaying the moments you'd almost been struck with a flying piece of steel, nearly the size of a car.

And Jesus christ it'd missed your neck by half an inch though the thought of dying terrified you, it was Logan's reaction to it that made you realize just how fragile you were in comparison to him.

Logan's voice breaks through the fog, "Can you look at me?" He asks from above you, giving you a gentle stroke to your clit.

You're urged to shake your head 'no' for a moment before dropping your hands from your face to your chest.

Logan smiles down at you, "There she is."

You let out a soft and weak moan when he slides your thigh over his shoulder, nearly pressing your knee to your chest.

He's much closer to you at this angle, his breath tickling your lips as you both pant into one another.

His cock grazes the spongey patch of your cunt and your neck cranes as you shiver out a choked gasp.

"Haa... mph." You're cut off by Logan slipping his free hand beneath your neck, supporting your head and tilting you forward.

"Look at me – there we go, hey pretty girl."

You swallow the lump in your throat, forcing a tearful smile before you're reduced to a sobbing mess.

Logan understands. He always does.

Understands in the way he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, letting your leg slip from his shoulder and gently placing your head back onto the sheets before guiding your arms around him.

He ruts into you, the veins of his cock push against your walls deliciously, pulling a moan from your lips.

Logan meets you in a slippy kiss, slipping his hand beneath your head again to keep you somewhat upright.

"Whadd'you need, bubba?" His voice is soft against your lips.

You nearly choke on your words, trying to force them up your raw and swollen throat.

"Need you." You finally manage, and the mental wall seems to chip some, "Want you."

Logan's eyes soften at that, thrusts into your heat turning into something far more viscerally raw than the simplicity in an attempt to distract you from what had happened to you out in the field.

"Want you, Lo," you say again, tears bubbling over your cheeks.

He nods, "M'right here, not goin' anywhere." He kisses you again.

His dark bangs stick to his forehead, and his side burns tickle the skin of your cheeks.

You're close and you know Logan can tell by the way he guides your legs to hook over his hips, angling his thrusts to roll his hips at the spot that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and your nails dig into his tan skin.

A pinched whine rolls up the back of your throat and Logan presses a kiss to your lips before pressing your foreheads together and whispering "Cum fr'daddy, bubba."

The swell of his cock stretching against your gummy walls is enough to send both of you over the edge – Logan spilling into you as your walls tighten around his girth.

The two of you don't move, only panting into eachothers mouths.

You let out a soft giggle, readjusting your legs around his hips and pulling him deeper into you with a moan.

Logan presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand running down your back in soft circles.

Logan rolls you both further onto the bed, pulling you on top of him as you settle into the bedsheets.

He's hot beneath you, and you can hear the drum of his heart beat in an almost harp-like rhythm of an echo against his adamantium ribcage.

It reminds you where you are. That you're okay.

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

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.