Pls Write More Logan X Chubby!reader I Need To Inject It Into My Veins

pls write more logan x chubby!reader I need to inject it into my veins 😔

hehe I’m actually almost done writing part two to my chubby reader fic right now! 😈 but don’t worry there will be much much more chubby reader to come hueheheheh

ERIK AND CHARLES ARE SO DOOMED YAOI WHAT THE FUCK ??? HOW ARE THEY NOT CANON

sorry guys im just finishing first class and this is insane

SQUEEEEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE KICKING MY LEGS

MORE P*LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT <3

you and stepdad!logan on the couch

logan playing with you before bedtime

in front of the mirror

riding logan

logan making you work for it

free use with logan while your making dinner

intimacy

sucking logan off

logan putting you through the mattress

logan manhandling you

sitting on his lap

logan making you squirt

Just a worst wolverine daddy dom!Logan blurb while I work on writing a new fic 🫶

“C’mere, Princess.”

That low timbre could make you do anything, and what it currently wanted was for you to step forward and put your dainty foot in front of him so he could slide on your cute little strap heels. His big, rough hands manipulated your foot with uncharacteristic gentleness, surprisingly nimble fingers fixing the clasp behind them. You grin as he finishes putting on both of them for you, turning to look at your reflection in the mirror against the wall.

You’d been seeing Logan for awhile now ever since you were introduced through Wade Wilson, Logan’s roommate. Turns out the both of you were equally fucked up— you with your daddy issues and him with his desperation to have control over something in his life, which turned out to be you.

Your relationship was unconventional, and you knew that. Logan was two centuries old and you were in college, and Logan couldn’t help but felt a pang of guilt every time he thought about how he could be keeping you from experiencing your youth to the fullest. But whenever you looked up at him and called him ‘daddy’ with that little twinkle in your eyes, Logan found himself wanting to be selfish.

“Where are we going to eat, daddy?” You asked softly in that sweet little voice of yours, clasping your hands around one of his and leaning against his big arm. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and taking a moment to inhale your vanilla scent, one of his hands moving to feel up your ass over that pretty little dress.

“You’ll see, doll.”

Riding with Logan was one of your favorite things to do, especially being his little passenger princess. Logan never let you get your hands dirty, not with the gas pump, not even with the steering wheel. The passenger seat was adjusted perfectly to your preference, and a few of your things were stored in the passenger side door.

His strong hand rested firmly on your thigh, his thumb drawing a small circle as he watched you put on your lip gloss in the mirror of the sun visor. He loved when you glossed up those pretty lips, loved to see it glistening in rings around his cock as he fucked your throat.

When you reached the restaurant, Logan pulled out your seat for you, your hand holding his over the table as he sat across from you. Dinner with Logan was always nice, even if you did ninety percent of the talking.

But going home was the best part.

Logan loved seeing you in your cute little outfits, but he much preferred taking you out of them. He’d carry you to the bedroom, tear off your dress (he’ll buy you a new one, he always does), and absolutely ravage your little body. Doesn’t matter if you’re actually little, you are compared to him.

His heavy adamantium-enhanced weight pins you down on the bed as he fucks you prone, caught in a headlock cutting off your airflow as your vision goes hazy, his massive cock jackhammering into your tight cunt. You gasp out his name as he adjusts to a different angle, and he releases your head, slapping you softly across the face before gripping your cheeks and causing your lips to pucker,

“What was that, Princess?” He asks, wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Need more, daddy,” you mewl, clawing at the sheets in front of you as you arch prettily back into him.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

#NEEDTHAT

Okay I’m gonna do a little poll and see if anyone reacts to it— now I don’t know when it will come out because I’m moving into Uni on Thursday, but for my next fic do we want it to be a worst wolverine! Logan x telekinetic reader or worst wolverine! Logan x reader with daddy dom themes?