#chubby logan

[sweetrainbowcandy]

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.

[introvertedelf]

Logan Howlett x Chubby!reader smut

Cause there’s not enough content like this. It’s hard out here for us chubby girlies.

I’m currently taking requests for Logan, so send ‘em in!

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You and Logan were in his bedroom in the manor, passionately kissing as his hand slid up your shirt, wanting to take it off. You stopped him, taking hold of his wrist.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, concern in his brow.

You avoided making eye contact with him, staring down. “Nothing, can we just leave it on?”

He frowned, sitting you up and putting you on his lap. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“No, Logan. Nothing like that, don’t worry,” you pleaded with him, trying to get up.

He was stronger than that, obviously. He took hold of your hip maybe a little harder than he intended to, sitting you back down on his knee. “C’mon. I know you better than that. What happened?”

He kept pushing. You knew he wouldn’t let up. So you unloaded on him. “Someone fucking said something about me . . . About my weight. I—“ you faltered, tears welling up in your eyes. “They made fun of you for being with a bigger girl like me.”

His grip tightened on you, and a dark aura began to surround him. “Who was it?”

You told him. He wouldn’t have accepted any other answer.

“I’ll be back. Stay here,” he said, kissing you on the forehead and leaving.

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It didn’t take him long to get back, and when he did, he had blood on his knuckles and a sour expression on his face.

“Logan! What did you do?”

He wiped the blood from his knuckles with a towel. “What that sorry fucker deserved for talking about my girl like that.”

You didn’t need to ask more questions. His breathing slowed, and he finally came over to you, sitting beside you and pulling you into his lap once again.

“What, I’m not too heavy for you?” You said sarcastically, feeling awfully sorry for yourself.

Logan looked like you punched him in the face. “Y/N, baby don’t talk like that. I have never once thought of you as being a ‘bigger girl’. Even if you are, I fucking like it. I like being able to hold you and you feel soft against me. I like squeezing those thighs and that ass and watching them bounce when you walk. I like the way you fill out a pair of jeans like I could put a dime on that ass.”

You started blushing, hiding your face in his flannel. He took his fingers and brought your chin up to look at him. “You’re beautiful, darlin’. Always have been, always will be. And don’t you dare think about trying to ‘get the extra weight off’. I like you just how you are. Well, I love you, actually. Don’t change, doll.

You stared into his dreamy eyes, tears in your own threatening to fall. “I love you too, Logan. You’re the best,” you kiss him tenderly.

He puts his hand up under your shirt again, but you don’t pull him away now. You let him take it off. He stares at your bare stomach and cleavage, taking you in. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and you’re about to cover up again.

“So beautiful,” he says, laying you down on the bed as he begins to press tender kisses to your stomach, gently groping your breasts. “Don’t you dare ever try to cover up from me again. You hear me?”

You moaned lightly, the kissing beginning to make you wet. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” Fuck, if only he knew what saying that did to you.

He went down your middle, reaching your panties. He inhaled deeply, growling like an animal at your scent. “Smell so sweet, darlin’. Can’t wait to taste you.”

He had a bad habit of ripping your clothes, so he ripped your panties right down the middle so your wet cunt was exposed.

“Poor baby, you want it bad, don’t ya?” He spat on your pussy, hungrily licking it up and paying close attention to your swollen clit. “You taste just as sweet as you fucking smell, oh my god,” he groaned, eating you out sloppily like he’s always did.

He took his index finger, rubbing it between your lips before he slipped it inside of you, making a ‘come here’s motion as he effortlessly found your g-spot.

“Logannn, need more,” you moaned, bucking your hips.

He took his free hand and held your hips down, adding another finger inside of you. “What? You want my cock already? My fingers don’t make you feel good anymore?” He pumped harder, the entire bed shaking at the force of his administration.

“No! You do make me feel good, I just—I”

“You what, Y/N?” He went right back to your clit, sucking and tonguing it.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum—“

“Oh you are?” He said tauntingly. “I thought this wasn’t enough for you?” He said, adding a third finger. That did it for you.

Your orgasm came hurling down on you, making you scream so loud you worried others in the manor might hear you.

Logan had a knack for overstimulating you, so he kept sucking on your clit even after you came, making you go wild.

“Please! Logan please! I can’t take anymore!”

He chuckled deeply, giving your pussy a little slap before taking his cock out. He was more girth than length, and you felt like a virgin every time you took his dick.

“You want me, doll? You want me to pound that little pussy and show you just how sexy I think you are?”

“Yes sir, please! I need you so bad, Logan. Need your cock,” you spread your legs for him, inching your hips towards his cock.

“I know you do. Such a slutty little girl for me,” he mumbled, sliding his tip up and down your pussy to make him slip in nicely.

He inched his way in slowly, observing your facial expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

“You okay darlin’?” He asked, stopping for a moment when he noticed you took a sharp breath in.

You smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck, sweetheart, so tight. Every time. It’s like your pussy was made for me,” he grunted when he bottomed out inside of you, his heavy balls resting against you.

He started his pace steady, groping your tits every once in a while and whispering sweet little nothings about how beautiful you are.

His thumb found your clit like it always did, rubbing smooth circles. That was the thing about Logan. He always put your pleasure before his.

Without warning, he flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees. It made you even tighter in that position, and he growled in your ear as he pressed his front against your back, holding you close to him.

He was fucking you faster now, balls slapping your clit on top of his fingers, beckoning you to cum for him.

“You like it when I fuck you like this, sweetheart? Like a fucking animal?” He slapped your ass, undoubtedly leaving a red handprint in its place.

“Yes sir! Please—oh’mgod I’m gonna cum, Logan please—“

His pace got harder, his thumb drawing faster circles. “Then cum for me, pretty girl. Cum on my fucking cock so I can pump you full.”

He always came inside of you. No matter what. He always said anywhere else would be a waste and his cum belonged inside of you.

The coil snapped, and you clenched down on him with a scream.

“God dammit, you’re squeezing me so hard, I’m gonna creampie that tight cunt.”

He kept his promise. He filled you up with a growl, holding your hips tight.

Deep, heavy breaths were shared between you two before he pulled you down on top of him, holding you close as he played with your hair.

“I mean it, sweetheart. You’re beautiful. Don’t ever change yourself. The way you are now is the Y/N I love.”

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

please, i beg, what would bed sharing with Logan look like?

is he chill? is he anxious about it? does he get handsy? does he even sleep at all?

a/n: MORE HEAD CANONS YAY!!! i'm always willing to be able to showcase how silly this man is!!

Okay, sharing a bed with Logan can go two ways:

If this is a situation where you’re not together, he’ll be a bit irritated because he is quite a fan of his own personal space, but he will feel a strange kind of responsibility to watch over you, so sleeping is probably a no go. 

Now if you’re dating, expect a lot of funny business before bed time because he doesn’t settle down easily. He’s cracking jokes – most of them dirty – and his hands are grabbing at your thighs, stomach or back, making you squeal. 

There are definitely a lot of kisses to be shared between the both of you, and don’t expect them to be only on your lips. He’s peppering them everywhere; your neck, arms, chest, you name it, he’s kissing it. It’ll take a lot of wrestling with him to get him to calm down, most likely needing to coax him with sweet words and the promise of cuddles. 

Sharing a bed with Logan is a very special experience and it shows a side of him that many people don’t get to see.

[melancholymetropolis]

“Lord have mercy,” the plump woman clenched the couch cushion tighter. “Logan. . . Please. . .”

Seated on the floor between her separated thighs and bunched up sundress was a man pulling her panties to the side. The wolverine’s hot mouth fanned the moist folds of her glistening cunt causing the woman to shiver. His deep brown eyes flickered up to hers, a question in his gaze. The woman took her bottom lip between her teeth and gave the older gentleman a slow nod. Every rational thought had drifted away the moment Logan captured her lips in a heated kiss.

To think it all started with a pyrex dish filled with homemade lasagna.

As a woman born and raised in North Carolina, Y/N L/N knew a thing or two about Southern Hospitality. She has distinct memories of her mom baking muffins for the new families in the neighborhood and offering juice boxes to any child playing in the sweltering heat. She was early for every council meeting, funeral and church picnic there was. 

Y/N's mama was the kind to spread love everywhere she went and managed to wear down even the grumpiest assholes there ever were.

Sadly, Y/N didn't have that gift.

At least she thought she didn't.

Logan Howlet was the grumpiest man she'd ever met. He didn't speak to anyone, always kept his head down and pretended not to hear the crappy things people said about him. He frequented the liquor stor as if it were a second job, but never smelled like liquor somehow. 

He had all but slammed the door in Y/N’s face when she offered him the glass dish. The younger woman thanked the heavens his roommate, Wade, swooped in to rescue the tilting dish from crashing on the patio floor.

The man's dripping tongue slid from her oozing center to her aching bud. The plump woman groaned loudly from the action and leaned further onto the arm of the couch. With one leg thrown over his shoulder and the other attempting to keep her balance, Y/N realized how obscure the position— fuck it through whole situation was.

One minute she was at the door, dropping off Wade's monthly pan of lasagna and the next Logan was pushing her against the kitchen counters, kissing her silly. He didn't bother ripping her dress off completely. Just broke a few buttons to gain access to her heavy breasts. One of his hands was gently squeezing the mound as his tongue tapped at her bud. 

The soft muscle swirled around her clit before the lips latched onto it. The older man sucked on the bud tenderly, whilst gripping her thigh so tightly she was sure it would leave bruises the next day. The sounds coming from her lips didn't feel light her own as the ripples of pleasure moved along her nerves like dancers. The plump woman took her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched his move against her womanhood. The salt and pepper hair atop his head nestled between her brown skin was something out of a dream. The sounds of his throaty groans as his sucked her cunt had turned her brain to goo and somehow made her even wetter.

"Take them off," Y/N said, suddenly. "My panties. They're getting in the way."

"Yes, Ma'am! Although, that will be a little hard to do considering Wolfy's posi--- oh shit! You absolutely weren't talking to me like at all," an annoying familiar voice sounds causing us to freeze in place. "But, I wish you would start to because I am about to bust just----"

"Either get the fuck out or come over here and put that mouth to use," Logan snapped, rising to his feet and staring pointedly at Wade. "Because I do not have the time for your bullshit today."

"I'll take option numero dos, Alex," the taller gentleman practically skipped to the couch. "If it is okay with the lady?"

"I'm. . . uh. . . I'm fine with it?"

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this scene has been stuck in my head since I seen the film last weekend.

fun fact: I used to be a MASSIVE Marvel fan before the pandemic and secretly wrote Steve Rogers fics.

if you want a full piece, comment or send an ask.

Been thinking of writing some throuple stories. Thoughts?

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[woodle-isbae]

Domestic

Househusband!Logan howlett x black!fem!reader

Warnings : Degrading kink , Sub!Logan , hard Dom reader , choking , oral (m receiving) , overstimulation, smut with little to no plot , needy!Logan, spitting, hardcore? , mutant reader(healing) , mentioning of blood , brief mentions of him using his claws , your both freaks , sadist reader and masochist Logan.

A/N : heyyy🥰 I'm taking requests 🤪

You sat before the fireplace , enjoying the warm atmosphere of the house after having the best dinner ever , made by your sweet Husband. You had a cigarette between your two fingers , a book in the other hand.

"How was dinner?"

Logan walked into the living room , his lumberjack attire still on but you never questioned it , he layed down between your legs. Sitting atop of your as he rested his head on your breasts.

"It was delicious...what's up?"

"Nothings up? Can't a man lay his head on his wife's tits?"

"Nothings wrong with that but I can feel your breathing...and your blushing like a mess."

"You accusing me of being horny?"

"No...I never said that."

You placed your book down , sitting up slightly and staring into his low lidded eyes , he let out a huff before kissing you. His rough hands finding away under your night gown.

"I fuck'n missed you."

He whispered out into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he got to the hem of your dress, he could care less and just ripped it off you with a grunt.

"Logan!"

"You've got more"

He silenced your complaints by kissing you more, getting a taste of the whiskey he just drank , the smoke of your cigarette filling up his senses.

"Your so needy."

"Can't blame me."

You clawed his clothes off , grunts and growls shared from the both , flipping over so you sat on his lap and continuing your ravaging kiss.

Pulling back to let him breath while you took a puff of your cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.

"Your such a whore for me huh?"

He simply smirked at your words , not wanting to answer you to get some sort of reaction. You grabbed his jaw open , spitting into his mouth while he let out a low whine.

"Fuck..I need you."

"Well, sit still."

You kissed down his neck , trailing all the way down until the vein that sat at his V-Line. The cigarette in your hands grazed over his Happy trail , his cock jumping up from the heat. Continuing the journey until you placed it right on his tip.

His head fell back , eyes screwd shut as he let out a hiss , cock twitching from the pain he saw more as pleasure. You pressed a soft kiss to the area , tongue moving over the tip in a kitty lick pattern before engulfing his whole length.

"Oh shit- fuck yes...please."

Your hands keeping occupied by massaging his balls , drilling down his length while he moaned from the pleasure, gripping onto anything that isn't you. Leaving dents and scratches on the couch surface.

"I'm so close baby...can I cum?"

The desperation in his voice was enough convincing for you , after all , he does deserve it for being the Best househusband ever.

You nodded in approval, bobbing your head around his dick , spurts of warm cum shooting down your throat and spilling through your lips. You lifted your head back up , finally seeing him properly.

"You changed your diet?"

"Trying something new.."

He was breathless , unaware at how you already got up and straddled his lap , lining him up to your cunt. He snaked his hands over your hips as he felt you slowly lower yourself down , taking in a sharp breath from the sensitivity.

"Y'such a whore...still hard even now?"

You tsked and shook your head , lips caught between his teeth he could pull some blood out. His jaw hanging loose with small whimpers leaving his trembling lips.

Your hips pistoning on his , the sound of skin clapping echoed around the large house. Gingers dug into his neck while you bit into his skin , marks fading away. His own claws peeking out , grazing the plush of your ass , the scratches healing instantly.

"Fuck logan- can't even control your claws?"

"M'sorry bub , y'just feel so fucking good- shit."

You smirked against his skin , the way he was a mess under your frame was driving you crazy. Known as the woman who domesticated a beast , The Wolverine.

"I'm gonna cum..fuck Logan-!"

Muffling your moan by biting into his neck , drawing out some blood . The way his name rolled of your tongue had him dazed , unaware at the fact his hips thrusted into you , his claws ripping into your hips and making holes in the furniture beneath you two.

You both sat there in silence, enjoying the warmth of eachothers bodies and the bliss of your love.

"I wasn't too hard on you?"

You asked , head resting on his chest while you played with the dog tag , kissing softly to soothe him from his orgasm. He shook his head , still blissed out but seemingly happy.

You hoisted yourself off of him , hissing when his claws retracted and nipped at you. You returned back with a blanket , laying right back onto his chest and covering you both.

"We're gonna need to clean this up early..before Wade busts in."

"Definitely."

You sat together, talking about your day infront of the dying fire. The energy you both used up for the night finally taking a toll on you both as you snoozed of to sleep in eachothers embrace

[toshidou]

Heyyy so I saw that you like chubby readers and I was wondering if we could maybe ask for some headcanons on Logan with a plus sized reader? I completely understand if not, but I thought I would ask since you and I seem to be excited about it☺️

hi sweetheart!!! absolutely, i would love to share some plus size reader headcanons with you <33

tags: nsfw 18+, plus size!reader, gn!reader, cum play, possessiveness, marking, biting

𝐬𝐟𝐰

☁︎⋅ After countless years spent on the run, accumulating as much trauma as is physically possible for a man of his age, it's not uncommon for him to feel wary around the very few people he trusts. Fearful that despite his best intentions, they may wind up hurt because of him; his strength, his temper, his past

☁︎⋅ But then came you, embodying aphrodite with every curved swoop of your skin, with each crease of your gorgeous skin that envelops the one below. You make it clear you're the furthest thing from fragile, strong willed, strong minded, your body akin to a weighted blanket as lie atop his chest, nose nuzzled into his throat

☁︎⋅ It's freeing, finally having someone in his life he isn't scared to touch, knowing he doesn't have to think before sinking his fingers into the meat of your thighs, watching as your skin dimples against the pads of his calloused digits, grounding him in the reality that you're here, you're not going anywhere, he can't break you.

☁︎⋅ There's nothing he loves more than wrapping his arms around you, your back to his chest, he'll cling to you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth. He'll do it whenever physically possible, if you're cooking, cleaning your teeth, in the shower, he'll take every opportunity he can get to cocoon you to his chest, his nose pressed into your hair, savouring every moment you give him.

☁︎⋅ Despite his usually snarky attitude and grouchy demeanour, he loves you with a gentle quietude, pressing his love into your skin with every kiss his brushes against your curves, whispering soft confessions of adoration as though they could soak into your pores. He'll never let you forgot how gorgeous you are, the words crooning from his lips, making sure you don't shy away from his tactile affection.

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☁︎⋅ Logan will be the first to confess his thoughts stray to the impure far more than they ought to, unable to help the way his hands wander absentmindedly. What usually starts as an innocent arm around the waist is quick to wander; fingers dipping and flexing until they make their way to your upper thigh. Irises darkening as he hears a quiet hiss slip through your gritted teeth, his fingers pressing into a fresh bruise from the night before, when he had you on your back, knees pressed to your chest as he grinds his cock into you, teeth buried in your shoulder.

☁︎⋅ It's no secret that he loves to manhandle you, to manoeuvre your body whatever way he sees fit. And it really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does, but the knowledge that he can drag you around, lift you up, toss you onto whatever surface he so decides without breaking so much as a sweat has you whimpering every time.

☁︎⋅ His favourite way to take you usually involves his arms under your thighs, with you either pinned against a wall or his chest as he snaps his hips up against your ass, all-consumed by the feeling of your weight in his arms, knowing your body is completely surrendered to him. you've lost count of the amount of times he's taken you in the hallway of your home, unable to spare the effort to walk to the bedroom, much preferring to practically pounce on you the second you step through the door.

☁︎⋅ As should be expected, he talks you through it, lips pressed to your ear lobe, your temple, your throat as he groans praise into your skin, words pouring out of him uncontrollably as he loses himself in you, "that's it baby, you take it so well, let me fuck you so good," his speech almost slurred, like he's drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, the plush of your thighs melting into his fingers.

☁︎⋅ You never see him more animalistic when he cums on your body, though. Regardless of where he'll decide to finish, he'll grunt and pant breathless expletives as he pumps his cock over you, watching his release drips onto the bruised flesh of your thighs, the plush of your stomach, your tits, eyes zeroed into the way pearlescent white settles onto your skin. He'll be in a trance as he brings his fingers down to paint his cum across your flesh, the action primal and possessive, soothing the voices in his head that yearn to mark you as his.

☁︎⋅ As if anyone could mistake you for anything other than his, not when you bear every mark, every bruise, every bite mark with beaming pride, only emboldening him to leave more and more into every square inch of you, just to

[sherlockedclem-blog]

😻love them so much

[cverotten]

Dont love how this came out but still happy with it bc i love fat old men

[smolcuriouskitten]

spare discord roleplay? spare discord roleplay?

[sweetrainbowcandy]

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

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Wolverine x plus size Reader smut?? Thank you 🤭🤭

nsfw.

a/n: okay wow after a bit of time away i feel like this is a very strong entrance!! it feels like it's been so long since i wrote smut SIGH

Okay but like hear me out… backshots with Logan.

Now as I've mentioned before, I do think that Logan is a fairly gentle lover, especially when it comes to your pleasure and wellbeing, but it’s a spectrum. Albeit rare, Logan has his moments where everything is pissing him off and all he needs is that sweet grounding relief of your wet and welcoming pussy.

He isn’t mean about it, but he takes, and he takes hard. 

He allows his self-control to slip a bit at your insistence, your back arched deeply, fingers gripping tightly onto the bed sheets under you. You spread your legs as far as your body physically allows them to (you already know the insides of your thighs will ache later, but that’s neither here nor there).

He has a large hand gripping at the nape of your neck, pressing your face into the bedding. The suffocating feeling of being restrained leaves your head spinning, blissful, helpless moans and whimpers spilling from your lips as Logan pounds into you from behind. 

The burn caused by the meat of your fat ass meeting the front of his bare sun kissed thighs has turned into a buzz that encourages the coil deep inside your gut with every stab at your g-spot. Logan is so deep it leaves you breathless, lungs aching to do something - anything that isn’t begging like a bitch in heat; but with every attempt, the air is punched out of you.

Logan’s swearing like a sailor from behind you, his grunts and groans eventually bleed into feral growls. His grip on the fat of your hip is harsh enough to bruise. He’s losing himself every sound spilling from you, and he all but chokes when you clench down around him.

“Sweetheart.”

It’s a warning. A warning to control yourself. To wait. To be appreciative of what he’s giving you.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry - fuck!” You cry out with a sob. You take to nibbling on the meat of your lower lip. 

“It feels good, yeah?” He questions, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Your agreement is garbled but he knows exactly what you said, of what you need.

“I know, I know. I got ya’.”

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (2) : 1K WRDS

( PART ONE HERE )

A/N : So turns out a LOT of people liked the first part of this mini-series, so here’s part two! If this one gets similar feedback to part one, I’ll make a part three. If not, this will probably be the end of this mini-series. Hope all of you kiddos love it just as much as the first one!! <3

You nod your head at Logan’s suggestion of breakfast. He lets out a content huff and nods gently, just as you did. You giggle softly at his mockery of your actions, holding your stuffed animal to your face. Logan sighs and pulls your toy down. “You can’t eat if you have your little friend covering your mouth, bub,” he says in a playfully stern voice. You pout at his words, crossing the plushie to your chest. “Don’t say that! You might make them sad,” you tell Logan while frowning slightly. He returns the pitiful look before pulling you up to his arms. “Aw. I’m sorry, kid. I promise I won’t be mean to your friend anymore, okay,” he assures you softly. You nod your head against his chest.

He pulls back from you and kisses each of your cheeks, then gives your stuffed animal a kiss as an apology. Your stomach growls, and Logan raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Sounds like you’re hungry, bub. Let’s get you to the kitchen,” he chuckles as he scoops you into his arms, unable to be affected by your weight due to his superhuman strength. You hum in compliance as you snuggle against his chest, your stuffie still gripped in your hand. 

Logan tries his best to be careful as he carries you down the stairs. His steps are slow and cautious, not wanting to drop the precious cargo he carries in his arms. “We’re halfway there. Just a little longer,” he promises, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He counts down from three to one each time he goes down a step. Though it can be repetitive and annoying, he never knows if you’ll ever get scared or want to walk down the stairs yourself. He tries his best to be a good dad for you. Even if that means being more cautious than most.

 

He eventually gets you downstairs and sets you down on the couch. You whine softly as he starts to walk away, but he turns around and smiles at you. “Calm down, kid. I’m getting you a blanket so you don’t freeze to death,” he informs you as he grabs a big fuzzy blanket from the top of his arm chair. He tosses it over to you, only causing another whine from you. “Are you not gonna tuck me in, dada?” you ask with the most pitiful look in your eyes. Logan practically perks up when you ask that. As much as he would hate to admit it, he loves doing you little favors if you ask. Sometimes he’ll purposely not do something just so he can hear you ask for it. "Oh, my god. How could I forget to make sure my sweet little bumblebee is all cozy in their blanket?” he gasps dramatically. He walks over to you and lifts the blanket into his hands. “Let’s get you cozy, kiddo,” he says before he smirks, an idea forming in his head.

“Your tummy is out,” he says in a slightly sing-song voice. Before you can protest, he tenderly runs a palm over your stomach and exhales deeply. “God, that tummy of yours is what keeps me going some days, kid,” he tells you. You can’t do anything but giggle and blush at his gentle touch and affectionate words. He kneels down to meet your face and smiles at you. “I mean it, Bumblebee. You keep me going; your squishy, precious little self,” he reassures you. He didn’t forget to tuck you in, thankfully. He grunts a bit as he gets each corner of the blanket tucked around you, the excess going under you. He puts his hands on his waist and smiles down at you. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, bub,” he informs you. Before he leaves the kitchen, he grabs the remote for the TV and turns on your favorite cartoon.

 

You can hear Logan humming a tune to himself as he cooks. The smell of breakfast is exciting and delicious enough to pull your attention away from your cartoon. Despite your curiosity, you stay in the comfort of your fuzzy blanket on the couch. “Dada! What’cha making? It smells really good,” you exclaim excitedly to Logan. “Just the usual,” he lets you know. “In fact, it’s almost done,” he tells you with an sweet tone.

He puts the meal on your favorite kiddy plate, grabbing some child-safe silverware from one of the draws in the kitchen. He walks into the living room with a prideful smile on his face. He carries the food over to you, and you smile at how good it looks. You adjust yourself so you’re sitting with your back against the couch, legs crossed, so you can hold your plate in your lap. “You want me to feed you, or do you want to do it yourself?” he asks you with a cocked brow. You think for a moment while humming. “I wanna do it myself,” you exclaim confidently.

You begin to spoon your food into your mouth, whining a bit when the warm temperature burns your mouth. Logan immediately gets protective of you. “Oh lord. Are you okay, Bumblebee? Did you hurt yourself? What happened?” he asks with concern in his voice. “I’m okay! The food is just a little hot,” you explain sheepishly, blushing over the fact you didn’t think to let your food cool down a bit before you started eating. Logan exhales with relief after you explain what happened. “Alright. I didn’t want you to be hurt,” he tells you. “And before you say anything, I’d still help you if you were hurt. There’s no way I’m letting my kiddo be in pain,” he adds before starting to eat his own food.

The two of you continue to eat breakfast, sitting back and relaxing as you watch your favorite cartoon. Logan wraps an arm around your shoulder to let you snuggle against his middle. His hand rubs up and down your forearm lovingly. His lips press against your forehead every so often. This morning has felt better than anything in the world. No stress. No crying. No problems. Just your papa and you cuddling and spending time together.

[woodle-isbae]

You and Logan would have violently loving sex , I mean like growling , scratching hair pulling from the BOTH of you. There would be no set roles , whoever can get the other to submit is dominating for the night (usually it being you , since he LOVES being bullied around)

You would probably have to get a secluded house somewhere to avoid noise complaints and any scared neighbors who call the cops from the rough love you guys make.

And because of the energy it all took , your both spent , opting to cuddle for the night in a nesting like position. Cleaning up your mess in the morning after

[toshidou]

not to be very on brand but i am very much thinking about chubby chaser logan.

i just KNOW he goes absolutely fucking feral for plush curves, practically obsessed with the way fattened flesh spills between his fingers when he fucks you, how your stomach ripples with every sharp cant of his hips against your ass; it sets a wildfire of pure unadulterated lust through his veins, teeth clenched as he desperately tries to keep his claws in the confines of his skin-

... i need to stop.