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

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

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

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.

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.

please please please tell me im not the only one who has gotten so attached to logan???? like he makes me so happy, my heart and ovaries ache simultaneously and he’s not even REAL?? like idk that’s my man through and through!