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

I need it desperately so I’m making a worst wolverine Logan x chubby reader fuck it

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.

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.

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.

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