#logan x curvy reader

[lostinlovingrevery]

Indecisive

70s DOFP! Logan X Curvy! F! Reader

A/n: This got away from me.

Plot: You're indecisive about everything- and soon you become unsure about Logan. He makes sure to get rid of those doubts of yours.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only!, DUB-CON (like a lot but reader is super into it), kinda rough sex, dom! logan, oral (f! recieving), logans a total munch, doggy style, the claws come out, readers described as curvy but not super relevant to the plot?

Word Count: 3960

You weren’t sure about him.

You met Logan a few weeks ago, you bumped into each other at the local park near your apartment. One look at him made your knees weak - you had never seen a man look so good before. 

Tall- much taller than you, muscular, wearing a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and looked as if it would rip and he dared to flex at all. Over that, a black leather jacket, a little worn at the shoulder. Dark blue jeans, that hugged his hips and thighs, sporting a thick belt, with some interesting design that you couldn’t make out - because you couldn’t just sit and stare at his crotch the entire time. His face was very nice to look at anyway, with a sort of slicked back style and a widows peak hairstyle that was very distinctive, mutton chops going down his jawline and stopping at his chin. Pretty hazel eyes that stared right through you- an intensity that you couldn’t help but blush under. 

He’s so handsome!

You had been distracted, busy staring down at a notebook that you had your arm cradling as you walked the path you were so familiar with. You were in the process of starting a business- a florist shop, and there were hundreds of things to decide. Which was unfortunate for you, since you were the most indecisive person on Earth.

What to eat for breakfast, what shoes to wear, what drink to order, what lipstick to put on,

It goes on and on, your day is constantly full of questions, comparing your choices and trying to pick the best one. Honestly it’s a wonder how you managed to get this far in life, considering you could stand in the middle of the store for eternity comparing the colors of a dress you like- unable to decide what you thought looked better on you.

Should I go to school?

Should I start a business?

Should I keep seeing him?

After you finished fumbling apologies to him, while he gave you that cute little smile that made you practically want to melt under his stare- he asked you out. It surprised you, seeing that you were a girl on a more…curvier side. It wasn’t that you were unattractive, you knew your body well and you certainly weren’t indecisive on your confidence; even if you do meticulously craft your outfit of the day to make sure you look good as possible- even if it is painstakingly long process that it takes for you to even decide your outfit… Logan though, didn’t seem like the type to go after girls like you. He seemed the type to be inclined towards thinner girls, girls that looked like super models off the runway. You didn’t hold any bitterness towards that thought, everyone had a type. 

You weren’t sure about saying yes, since you merely just met him- and he, sensing your indecisiveness, gave you a time and place. The way he took charge, helped you make the decision and it displayed how obviously interested he was in seeing you again attracted you like no other. 

So you showed up, you had a good time with him. He made you laugh, charmed you like no other man has. You shared your first kiss with him that night- one that you spent in your bed thinking about all night, giddy and blushing. The next few weeks went by and he would call and set up another date, and another, and another

The initiative he took turned you on like no other. His quiet assertiveness brought you a certain comfort you weren’t familiar with- the way he was sure of himself. The cocky confidence he’d bring during your conversations- it would make you laugh, the way he’d smirk and say something snarky. 

It was great, until tonight. Doubts started creeping into your mind, as you picked up on little things about him. Things that screamed trouble and heartbreak. You didn’t mind the trouble, not at all. It was the heartbreak that scared you. You felt yourself falling for him, but you weren’t sure if you should let yourself. He didn’t seem like the type to want to stick around- after you heard his stories of the travels he’s had. While he certainly seemed eager to see you, he hasn’t brought up anything about becoming serious, and you haven’t slept together yet- your own personal way of screening potential lovers.

 It’s not like you want to hold out on purpose- you would’ve jumped his bones the moment you met, but you’ve been burned by men just wanting to sleep around - and you did not appreciate being led on by a potential of something real, when really it was just physical. 

Tonight's date with him went by, and you felt something weird- your own doubts may have been playing in. It led you to question if you should keep this going. More of being unsure of your life.

For now, you decided to put the decision on a backburner while you undressed and took a shower, letting the warm water flow over you as you attempted to plan your day tomorrow. The sound of the shower meant you didn’t hear Logan coming into your apartment. 

How could he not stop by?

You were acting differently tonight, not as happy, or perky. You weren’t holding his hand as often, smiling as often. Your mind seemed to be in another world. He had the feeling, after observing your little quirk of being unsure over things, that maybe you were feeling unsure about him.

He didn’t like the feeling. 

Since he met you, he was obsessed. You have captured him in every way possible. It wasn’t easy to get his attention, Logan was always looking for the next thing, something better. The most it came to relationships for him was one-night stands, one where he seduced someone with a smile and a few cheap compliments, brought her back to a cheap motel, and got his rocks off- and left before the night even ended. He had his own place but he didn’t need women who had the misfortune of encountering him trying to seek him out again, because he wasn’t interested in pursuing anything that was more than physical. 

Until he met you.

God, you drove him insane. He thinks about you more than he cares to admit. Your pretty lips that curve into that smile that makes his dick twitch. Your curves, that he’s traced with his eyes so many times that he can picture you perfectly in his mind. He stared at the way your breasts bounced when you laughed, the way your hips moved when you’d walk away, the love handles that were barely prominent in your usual clothes unless you were wearing something tight, he wanted to grip them as he fucked into you hard and completely undo you. He was addicted to you and he hadn’t even gotten a taste of you yet. A true taste. Your lips were so sweet, and he’d capture you in a kiss multiple times a night- never able to get enough of the sugar high you gave him. 

It wasn’t just your beauty that captivated him. You were fierce, intelligent, and very passionate. You told him all about your little business you were starting, and your time in college, you’ve gone on a tangent more times about everything ranging from politics to flowers. He loved that passion he saw in your eyes and heard in your voice, it was something he hadn’t even realized he was looking for, something that he was missing. 

You’d downplay yourself more times than once, always riding about how indecisive you were. You weren’t indecisive. You were passionate. You wanted to make sure you enjoyed everything life gave you, you didn’t want to miss out. Maybe you took a little longer to decide on whether you wanted to try the blue fruity drink, or the red. Logan didn’t mind that though- it made the world slow down when you took your time. His world was rushed, he never took a moment to appreciate where he was till he was with you. 

He was excited about you- which is why he never pushed you toward any more…physical connections. He knew you’d open up to him when you were ready. He just had to keep himself satisfied by getting himself off to the thought of you every night since he’d met you. How badly has he resisted the urge to rip off your pretty little dress that hugged your curves and ruin you. He knew he’ll get that chance eventually- he was arrogant like that. He was willing to take time, especially considering he still had to tell you about who he was- something he wasn’t quite sure how to approach, since it hadn’t been an issue before with his no-strings-attached lifestyle.

Seeing you pulling away from him sent him into something dark and possessive. He could see where your indecisiveness was an issue- but he refused to let it be that way. You were the best thing he’s come across in over a century, He certainly wasn’t going to let that go over some uncertainty.

He knew you wanted him. He could smell it off you every time you met up, he could see it in your eyes the way you traced over his figure, a small blush coming to your cheeks and you’d quickly look away. How’d you get flustered when he’d get closer, putting his hand on your knee and squeezing, before letting his flinger flit underneath the hem of your dress, teasing you. 

He had no problem getting rid of your doubts. 

You stepped out of the shower, steaming filling the bathroom, as you grabbed your robe, something silky and small, barely covering you even as you tied the robe shut. You used a towel to dry your hair, and brushed your teeth, unknowing of the man lurking in your living room- waiting for you to come out. 

After you brushed your teeth, your hair- you were ready for bed. You stepped out of the bathroom, steam pouring out through the doorway into the dark hallway. You begin turning towards your bedroom when a voice reaches your ear, and sends goosebumps down your arms.

“You take a long time in there.” 

You turned around with a gasp. Logan was standing in front of your door, a faint smile on his face, and a look in his eye you’re not sure was anger or lust. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans, as he stood there. You swallowed, your heart beginning to pound. 

“Lo…Logan what…What are you doing here? How did you get in?” You asked, trying to hide the fear you felt beginning to rise in you. 

“Wanted to see you.” He says, taking a step forward. “You rushed out tonight.”

“I…I’m sorry I was just…I was tired, long day.” You stammered. His eyes went down, tracing over you, and it occurred to you that you were barely clad in your robe. You pulled it shut around your chest area, attempting to keep yourself covered. A frown came across his face.

“Don’t do that.” He says stepping closer to you. “Don’t cover what’s mine.” 

“Excuse me?” You say with a bit of disbelief. “Logan I…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…hurt your feelings or something but you coming in here like this is…is…”

“Is what doll?” He smirked. He was in front of you now, towering over you. You avoided looking at him, annoyed because his proximity to you was making your thighs clench together. You knew it was wrong, he practically broke into your apartment. Any other sane woman would be screaming their heads off, telling him to get out, throw things at him! 

Yet the closer he stood to you, the less fear you felt, and more curiosity of what he was planning came to mind.

“Not sure what to say?” He asks a quirk of arrogance in his tone. You swallowed, and you finally looked up at him. He brought his hand up, his pointer finger tucking underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He smirked. “Feeling indecisive again sweetheart?” He coos.

“Logan…”

“Feeling unsure about us?” He asks. You blink in surprise, your expression confirming his suspicions. He tuts, shaking his head, his hand slowly but firmly grabbing your face, his thumb and finger digging into the fat of your cheeks, forcing your lips to pucker. It was a move of dominance you hadn’t seen from him before, and you were ashamed to say you absolutely loved it. “How about I make that decision for you?” He says in a low voice. His lips crashed onto yours in a messy and rough kiss, your hands coming up to press against his chest - you’re still unsure about pulling him closer, or pushing him away. 

Before you could react, he grabbed you, his arm around your waist as he lifted you, before roughly bringing you to the carpeted floor with him ontop of you. 

Holy shit

He let go of you, his hand reaching down, ripping the belt of your robe off, and the silk fell to the side, exposing you completely to him. You gasped.

“Logan!” You reached your hand out, for what you didn’t know. He grabbed it, and your other hand, pinning them above your head as he used his knees to kick your legs open, his thighs pressing against yours-keeping them spread. Your skin felt on fire, embarrassment at being exposed like this running through you, making your body shiver as Logan stared down at you, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as if he was looking down at a full course meal. You knew it was wrong- you shouldn’t let him do this, but arousal began coating your heat between your legs, you felt yourself aching for stimulation- and you couldn’t help but find yourself loving how he took charge of you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had fantasies of him taking you like this before…You just never thought that would ever happen. 

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined…” He mutters, his eyes trailing over every inch of you. He used one hand to keep yours pinned above you, as his free hand moved to grope your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple as it hardened under his touch, making you whimper as you began to squirm under him. “Don’t act like you don’t want this sweetheart.” He looks back up at you, “You’re soaked, see?” 

His hand let go of your breast, two fingers swiping through your folds, making your hips jerk up, as he chuckled, holding the two fingers up and examining the slick he collected on them. You watched with wide eyes and parted lips as he brought them to his mouth, his tongue coming and tasting you on his fingers. He let out a deep groan as he closed his eyes, sticking his fingers into his mouth and taking the rest of your essence. 

“Fuck.” He hissed. He let go of your wrists, his arms going under your thighs and lifting your upper half up to his face as he was still on his knees. You yelped, your hands came down to the floor, as you attempted to make up for the awkward position he dragged you in, your thighs thrown over his shoulders as he held a death grip on your hips. 

His nose pressed to your mound, taking a deep inhale of you, and you covered your mouth as your face ran red hot at the filthy action. 

God, he’s filthy!

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, and let out an involuntary moan. His tongue ran rough circles around your clit. Your head tipped back, your eyes rolling. He began eating you out, almost desperately, his tongue dipping into your pulsing cunt, before licking another stripe through you, and nipping at your clit. It made your hips jerk and a whine escaped you. 

You couldn’t take this, the way he was munching on you like a man starved, how your lower half body was suspended in air, you had no control. You melted into him, your hand finally reaching up to grip his hair- making him groan, his eyes opening to look down at you. You felt a honey-tight feeling in the pit of your stomach, and with little control you had, attempted to grind your hips against his face. You snapped, and a heat of release ran through you, soaking his face in your fluids.

You couldn’t completely tell in your post-coitus haze, but you swear he was laughing.

You were lowered down to the carpet, thighs spread and trembling. 

“The things I’m going to do to you…” You heard him mutter. You felt his hands grab you again, and flip you on your stomach. His knees kept your legs spread, lifting your ass in the air, and he leaned over your body, bracing one arm next to your head. You heard him shuffling, the clink of his belt. 

You felt his tip brush through your slit and gasped. 

Fuck, he’s huge

You felt his breath on your ear. “You’re so damn gorgeous darling. I’ve been obsessed with you since we met.” He says lowly, sending goosebumps through your skin. “Tell me sweetheart, are you unsure about us now?” He mutters. Your breath hitched, and you shook your head. He smirked, something devilishly, as he pushed his tip inside you. “Good.” he growls, before pushing himself inside.

 You cried out, the mere size of him felt like too much as he stretched you out. “Sshh, you’re alright.” He cooed, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, while his other braced himself on top of you. “You can take it sweet girl- fuck-” He pressed his head into yours, “You feel so good.” 

Your body trembled under him, he moved his hips back, before thrusting into you slowly again, allowing you to adjust to his size. His chest pressed against your back, you could feel the complete weight of him on top of you. Not crushing you- something that felt completely safe and warm. 

“Logan-” You whined, desperate for more, arching your back against him. He chuckled, a sound that shot straight through you, making you clench around him. 

“I got you baby, just relax.” He mutters, before he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. He held onto your jaw, his nose pressing into your hair as you listened to him grunt and growl with each thrust. 

He got faster, your arms stretched out, hands attempting to grip the carpet for some kind of leverage. He was going so fast you don’t even know how he managed to have the stamina, as your eyes rolled back, the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you was enough to make you go dumb and pliant. He suddenly slowed down, making deep- slow thrusts where he nearly pulled completely out, before burying himself inside you again, making you cry out. The hand cradling your jaw came up, covering your mouth to hide your noises.

“Much as I like hearing those pretty noises, don’t need the neighbors complaining darling.” He mutters. He picked his pace again, pounding into your pussy, your whole body shaking underneath him. His arm that kept him braced on the floor wrapped around your hip, his hand gripping at your love handles, angling you higher- practically folding your body in half against him.

The new angle made you feel like you were going to pass out. His cock was pounding into that special spot, making you unable to think of anything, as your body hummed with your second orgasm, approaching quickly. You began whining his name into his hand, and he grunted. 

“Fuck, fuck keep saying my name.” He growled, moving his hand from your lips a bit, just so he could hear you repeating his name over and over. “Oh fuck-” 

His hands released his grip on you, as they came into your view, fists slamming into the floor- and your eyes widened as your watched sharp bone-like appendages protrude from his fist. 

Oh shit-

You couldn’t barely react or acknowledged anything, as the tight thread that was growing in your stomach accordance with Logans thrusts finally snapped, waves of ecstasy rolling over your body, over and over as your eyes rolled back, and Logan’s hips snapped against your ass one more time, filling you up with warm spurts of his cum. He whined and grunted, a few lazy thrusts as he continued spilling into you, before finally stopping, his head collapsing onto your shoulder. 

Your heart was racing, and you could barely see straight from the explosive orgasm that ran through you, but you attempted to focus on his hands, where the sharp appendages were still out. Your hand reached out, gently touching his, and he loosened his fist as you ran your fingers over his palm. You felt him pressing kisses along your shoulder. 

“You okay?” He muttered softly. You nodded, swallowing. 

“You’re a mutant?”

“Yeah.” He says. That explains the stamina

 You didn’t know much about them, other than the fact that the U.S government announced that they were real and a part of the population. Some people were terrified of the idea- but you simply thought nothing of it. Just cause they could do things some couldn’t didn’t mean they weren’t people either- just like Logan. “That bother you?”

“No…” You shook your head, still looking at his hand. He chuckled. 

“You were quick to answer that one.”

“Nothing to be unsure about with that.” You say matter-of-factly. He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Good.” He mutters. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet sweetheart.” 

“Wait- what?” 

You shrieked as he pulled out, pulling you up from the ground.

You spent the rest of the night being completely undone by him. He made sure to fuck out any doubt or questions you had about you and him- at least physically. He plans to make sure you never have to feel unsure about him ever. 

Something about Logan doing what he did solidified your decision, it wasn't just how the sex was great- but the way he desperately wanted to show you he cared- that he could take care of you, that he wanted to be apart of your life. He may have acted like he was in control, but every movement, every touch, kiss, thrust- felt like he was begging for you to keep him around. There was still things to talk about- such as the mutant thing, but your connection had officially solidified, as you felt you finally made a decision you can add to your list of 'good decisions'.

The next morning, you woke up in bed, wrapped in his arms. Fatigue plagued you, and you barely could feel your legs after the positions he’d managed to put you in- positions you didn’t even know existed. He woke from your shifting, eyes looking at you with adoration and a faint smile on his face. 

“Morning doll.” He greets, voice low with an edge of sleep. 

“Morning Lo.” You smiled, bringing your hand to his chest.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah.” You nod. He sat up, an arm still wrapped around your shoulder as he leaned over you. 

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” He asks. You looked up at him with a raised brow, reminding him of your indecisiveness and he chuckled, a small shake of his head. “Alright. Alright. How about waffles?” 

[marshmallowmusing]

plus sized!reader fic recs:

been thinking of ways to contribute to the logan x reader fandom and i’ve decided i want to appreciate authors more, and give a little bit of love where i can. so i’m doing fic recs!! i know the tags can bury fantastic works quickly, so this is me trying to combat that! every fic on this list is nsfw, so minors dni

point of view

by @mcrdvcks, 18+

• logan finds ways over and over to prove how beautiful you are. the specific insecurities in this really resonated with me, it felt very raw and real!

salvation & absolution

by @elflutter, 18+

• logan reminds you just how much he appreciates you body, in a worshipful and reverent way. this pair has beautiful prose<3

logan howlett x curvy!reader

by @loganhowlettshousewife, 18+

• logan loves your thighs in every possible context. i love how tactile this one is, it’s very vividly written and immersive because of that.

beauty

by @lostinlovingrevery, 18+

• logan doesn’t like a degrading comment you make about yourself. love the dialogue in this one, it feels well characterized!

reflections

by @xlocalxpunkx, 18+

• logan fucks you in front of a mirror to quell your insecurities. this one’s a super hot concept, feels like something logan would def do.

body worshipping

by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused, 18+

• short but sweet one where logan appreciates every inch of you properly. love how this focuses on just how lovesick logan is<3

thank you to all the writers for sharing your time and talents posting your works for all of us to enjoy, it’s appreciated! if you read any of these make sure to like/reblog/comment on the fics themselves to give the authors some love 🤍 if people like this i’ll probably make more!

edit: posting these every friday, see more here!

[loganhowlettshousewife]

logan howlett x curvy!reader

series masterlist - my masterlist

warnings: smut, oral (fem!receiving), thigh fucking, mentions of unprotected piv, very soft and loving, anyone can technically read it but it was written with a curvy reader in mind

logan’s hands always somehow find their way to your thighs. he likes to squeeze the flesh, feeling the dips in the fat when his fingers dig into your skin, making temporary divots there that burn with his touch long after he’s let go.

you wish, sometimes, that his fingers would leave marks, a tattoo of his hand on the inside of your thigh, a reminder that the phantom touch you constantly feel was real, and it will be again the moment he finds you after classes are finished, guiding you to your shared room in the mansion and ignoring the calls of both your names as you pass by other mutants vying for your attention.

when he’s angry, when he’s frustrated, when he’s annoyed, his hands end up on your thighs, sneaking under the skirts that you began to wear more often once your relationship with him went from friends to more. he knows you wear them for him, so he can have easy access - you see it in the slant of his mouth, the knowing glint in his eyes, the smirk he flashes in your direction as he traces your thighs under the table.

but it’s not just a balm he uses to soothe the pains of a hard day - even when he’s in a pleasant mood he’ll find some excuse. he’ll claim to deserve a reward for getting through a long day without stabbing anybody with his claws, and when you relent as you always do, he’ll smile as he watches the flesh move, staring like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

his absolute favourite thing is to bury himself between your thighs, eating you out until you’re overstimulated, squirming both away from him and pushing closer, your body unable to decide which it wants. he begs you to crush him, says he’d be grateful to die between your thighs, despite the fact that with his enhanced strength it’s pretty much an impossibility.

it’s what brought you to the here and now, both you and logan completely undressed, your pussy so wet it’s dripping a puddle onto the sheets, logan’s cock achingly hard. but he refuses to fuck you, not yet, not until he gets to spend quality time with his favourite part of you.

he presses kisses to every inch of skin on your thighs, slapping them gently just to watch the fat jiggle, groaning before mouthing another wet kiss onto said patch of skin, making sure to leave you with marks to remind you of him.

“fucking gorgeous, darlin’,” he mumbles against your thigh, nipping and sucking until yet another bruise starts to form. no one ever gets to see these hickeys but you and him - it’s not a way to tell everyone else you’re taken and to back off, not another jealous stunt to keep away potential suitors, instead it’s just for the two of you.

you can’t tell if minutes or hours pass by. your inner thighs burn from the scratch of his beard as he eats you out, tongue and fingers expertly working together to bring you to your peak. he knows your body as well as you do by now, potentially even better since his longer fingers are always able to reach where you never can, and he knows to keep going even when you’re crying and begging that it’s too much. 

the pain of overstimulation fades into a dull pleasure, your mind feeling fuzzy with it. he waits for you to return to yourself before flipping you around, expertly manoeuvring you into whatever position he wants for tonight. it’s easy to give up control to him, easy to let him do whatever he wants to your body, chase his own pleasure after he so generously brought you your own.

you jolt slightly when his hands spread your thighs apart, your eyes fluttering open to observe the sight of him spreading lube on the skin there. he smiles apologetically when you wince at the cold feeling, and rubs it in until it warms up between your bodies.

“this okay?” he asks, and you hum your agreement.

you’ve done this before, him fucking in between your thighs. it makes him cum faster than any other position, makes him go feral in a way you can’t even get by offering to let him cum inside of you. like a touch-starved virgin he never lasts very long, so he always makes sure to get you off before he does anything for himself, arguing that your pleasure is more important than his, that he’d do anything if he knew it’d make you feel good.

it’s horrible and gross and romantic and makes your heart flutter like a butterfly in your chest, your ribs acting as a cage, the only thing stopping it from fluttering so hard it exits your body. sometimes, you feel you might truly die from logan’s words, the softness he never shares with anyone else, the vulnerability he affords you.

he lines himself up to fuck into the tight space between your thighs, moaning at the warm tightness of you around him. he’s gripping at your arms like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, doesn’t know where to place them, scared to touch you in case he presses too hard, loses himself in the moment and forgets that his strength much surpasses your own. he holds onto you like an anchor before letting go just as quickly, his breathing ragged as his harsh pants and groans sound in your ears.

it’s the most beautiful melody, one you wish you could play on repeat forever, a song for only you.

every thrust has his cock sliding against your wet cunt, the head brushing against your clit in a way that has you arching your back against him, meeting his every thrust, changing the angle so it suits you better and hits that spot every time, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure up your spine.

every moan and cry that passes your lips only works to spur logan on. he’s animalistic as he fucks your thighs, one arm snaking around your chest to pinch and roll your nipple until it hardens into a peak under his ministrations. it’s rapid and sweaty and loud, your pleasure rising so quickly it catches you off guard. one second you’re not and the next you’re on the precipice, shouting out logan’s name in surprise.

it washes over you, like a wave taking you under, and for a few minutes or days or years you’re in total darkness. when you come back to yourself it’s to the feel of sticky cum on your thighs and logan curled around you. he’s patient while your breathing calms, heart rate lowering back down to a normal level before he moves away from you.

“i’m just leaving to run a bath,” he says, waits for your agreement to make sure you’re in the right headspace to be left alone, shuffles into the ensuite bathroom to prepare the ridiculously bubbly baths that you adore and he always complains are excessive.

you hear the sound of the water running, can imagine him kneeling beside the tub with the fancy bubble bath soap that you used to only buy for yourself as a treat but now seems to never run empty. 

he comes back minutes later, though you can’t be certain as your sense of time is a blurred mess, carries you into the bathroom despite your protests that you could probably, most likely, maybe walk on your own the few feet of distance required, helping you into the bath. you sigh as the warm water washes over your muscles, an instant relaxation seeping into your bones, a private smile curling on your lips.

you’re lucky the tub in his bathroom is big enough to accommodate two, allowing him to settle behind you, pulling you into his chest.

“thank you,” you say, twining one of your hands in his, staring at the contrast, his rough calloused hands in yours.

“i know a way you can thank me,” he says, only half serious, his unused hand spreading possessively on your thigh. he knows it won’t happen, not tonight, not right now, but he likes the way it makes you squeal out his name in a reproachful tone. he just laughs, happy, a sound that makes you smile in turn.

diversity december taglist: @raeinyourdreams @meetmypointlessaddiction @chubbyhedgehog @yxtkiwiyxt @isepod @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

curvy reader: @spencerswh0r3 @seasonofthenerd @thegothempress @yourlocalmerchgirl

[wolverinesbuttcheeks]

Title: All That You Are Pairing: Logan (Wolverine) x Thick/Muscular!Reader Rating:NSFW / Explicit READ AT YALLS OWN RISK!! Word Count: ~3,000(roughly) Themes: Praise kink, body worship, oral (f receiving),p in v, rough sex against a wall, aftercare, soft dom!Logan, dirty talk, insecurity + healing

summary: you have always been insecure of your curves, although you were fit, you could never get your thighs or belly to go away- it destroyed you, And destroyed Logan too, but in a good way…😏

The gym lights were dim—half of them already shut off for the night. Only the dull hum of overhead fluorescents and the slap of your fists against the bag filled the space. You moved like you were chasing something you’d never catch—burning energy, biting your lip, heart pounding as your breath came heavier.

Your tank clung to you with sweat, clinging to the curve of your belly. Your shorts rode up thick thighs that rubbed together with every kick. You hated it—felt every inch of the skin you thought was too much.

You didn’t notice him at first.

But he was there.

Logan leaned in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you with that unreadable expression. There was something animal in it—dark, simmering.

"You hit that bag like it owes you money," he said, voice low and gravelly.

You didn’t stop. “You spying on me now, Howlett?”

“Not spying. Just... watchin’.” He stepped forward, boots thudding softly against the rubber mat. “Can’t help it. You look good when you fight.”

You snorted. “Right.”

You turned, your eyes rolling just a little—just enough that you missed how his gaze dropped to your thick, sweat-glossed thighs. How his fingers twitched like he wanted to touch, grab, kneel.

You reached for your water bottle, but the moment you turned, he was there—close, all heat and muscle, breathing you in like your scent alone made him dizzy.

“Logan—”

“I’m sick of you actin’ like you’re not the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“I’ve had to watch you every day in those tight-ass shirts, sweatin’ and breathin’ hard, showing off those strong fuckin’ thighs, that soft belly, those—” his hand grazed the underside of your breast through your tank, just once, reverent “—tits I dream about.”

You froze, the insecurity flaring like an old wound. “You don’t mean that. You could have anyone.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

His lips hovered near your ear. “Want you, sweetheart. Every damn inch of you.”

Before you could speak, he backed you into the nearest wall. Your body slammed against the cold, concrete panel with a thud that made you wince, eyes fluttering from the sharp chill against your spine. But Logan’s hands were there—everywhere—palming your waist, sliding under your tank, fingers splaying across your stomach like it was the holiest thing he’d ever touched.

“I see you starin’ at yourself in mirrors, suckin’ it in, hiding what I crave.”

You gasped when he tugged your shorts down roughly, fingers brushing your thighs, his rough palms skimming your bare skin with a groan. He knelt—dropped to his knees like worship—and pressed his face into the soft inside of your thigh, growling.

“Fuck. Look at you.”

“Logan—” your voice broke, breath trembling.

“You don’t get it,” he said, kissing your thigh with wet, open-mouthed kisses. “You’re built like sin. Like heaven made you just to ruin me.”

His hands gripped your ass, fingers digging in. “You’re soft and strong. Got a body I wanna die inside.”

And then—without warning—his mouth met your core.

Your head slammed back against the wall with a cry as he devoured you, tongue licking a thick stripe through your folds. He groaned, sucking your clit into his mouth like it was the only thing that mattered. You clenched around nothing, thighs trembling.

You moaned, nearly slipping, but he held you firm.

"That's it, baby. Let me taste you. Been thinkin’ about this pussy for months."

Your leg hooked over his shoulder without meaning to. His mouth was hot, his beard scraping just enough to make your nerves tingle. You could feel the tension coil deep in your belly, and he could too.

He pulled back just a second, face wet, eyes wild.

“Say it.”

You whimpered. “L-Logan, I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he growled, tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit. “Wanna feel you fall apart for me.”

And you did.

Your body seized, thighs locking around his head as you came with a cry that echoed off the gym walls. He moaned against you, licking you through it, holding you so tightly you knew you wouldn’t fall—he wouldn’t let you.

When he stood, your body limp, his hands lifted you up with terrifying ease, your legs wrapping around his waist.

And then—he shoved his sweatpants down with one hand, cock springing free, hard and thick and flushed. You could feel the tip press against your entrance, wet and needy.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin you now,” he snarled. “You ready?”

You could only nod—helpless, dazed—before he slammed into you with one brutal thrust.

The stretch was dizzying, the fullness overwhelming.

“Fuck, sweetheart—you feel like a dream.” He pressed you harder against the cold wall, the contrast of hot skin on chilled concrete making your back arch, body shaking.

He didn’t stop.

He pounded into you, hips snapping hard and fast, each thrust punching a moan out of your throat.

"Look at you,” he breathed, fucking you harder, voice dark with need. “All soft and strong and takin’ me so fuckin’ good. You think any of those assholes at the compound could handle this? Nah. Only I get you like this.”

“Logan—Logan, I—”

“You gonna cum again for me?” His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing circles over your swollen clit. “Show me how perfect this body is.”

Your walls fluttered.

Your fingers clawed his back.

You came again—loud, sobbing, shaking around his cock as he drove into you, riding your orgasm with a guttural snarl in your ear.

Then—he followed.

He buried himself deep, cock twitching as he spilled inside you with a groan so feral you knew he was gone—lost in you, in the way you clenched around him, in the way you took every part of him like it was yours.

And it was.

His breath was ragged when he stilled, body trembling.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t pull out.

Just held you there, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling, both of you sweat-slicked and ruined.

His hands slid down to cup your ass again—gentle now. Almost tender.

“You believe me now?” he asked softly.

You blinked up at him, flushed and dazed.

“That I want all of you?”

You nodded.

He smiled—barely—but it was real.

Then he leaned in and kissed you like he had all the time in the world. Like he wasn’t going anywhere. Like your body, every inch of it, was his new religion.

[mcrdvcks]

fantasize

chapter summary: You have a crush on Logan, but you're not sure he likes you back. Why would he? You're not his type. At least that's what you thought.

word count: 2.4k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: here was the request

so i took a tad bit of creative freedom since i read a book on my kindle (that i got for christmas, one of the only good things about that day). it's a holiday romance/comedy book called 'good elf gone wrong' that you can read if you have kindle unlimited

anyways i took some inspiration from that book and applied it here, so i hope you enjoy it! and thank y'all for 900 followers!

warnings/tags: implied curvy!reader, slight angst, fluff, kinda protective!logan

The Danger Room was quieter than usual, with most of the team taking the rare free evening to relax or catch up on personal projects. Logan had been in there for a while, his gruff voice occasionally echoing out as he muttered to himself between sessions. The clang of metal on metal and the occasional snarl punctuated the stillness, but it wasn’t long before he stepped out, towel slung over his shoulder and a half-empty bottle of water in hand.

You were walking down the hall, carrying a box of supplies Hank had asked you to grab from the storage room. The box wasn’t heavy, but it was awkward, making it hard to see where you were going. You nearly bumped into Logan as he came around the corner.

“Whoa, easy there,” he said, steadying the box with one hand before it could topple.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, shifting it to your hip to get a better grip. “Hank needed these for his lab. Guess I should’ve watched where I was going.”

Logan smirked, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re always doin’ stuff for people, huh? Gotta learn to say no once in a while.”

“It’s fine,” you replied quickly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Hmm,” Logan said, his tone somewhere between a grunt and genuine amusement. He stepped back to let you pass. “Well, don’t let McCoy bury ya in work. You’ve got your own stuff to handle too, y’know.”

You smiled faintly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Logan watched as you disappeared around the corner, his brow furrowing slightly before he shook his head and headed off toward the kitchen. He wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s lives, but something about you always made him pay a little more attention.

---

“Hey, would you mind making 50 copies of this? I need it for my class in 2 hours but I have a meeting with the Professor.” Jean said, holding a single piece of paper, some activity for her class.

Even though you were cleaning the kitchen because Scott asked you to, and you had to fix the sprinkler system since Ororo couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it, you obliged. “Yeah, sure!” you replied, taking off your gloves you were using to clean to grab the paper from Jean to put in your small tote for later.

It was later in the evening when you finally got a moment to yourself. The mansion had settled into its usual rhythm of quiet chaos, and you found yourself in the rec room, curled up on one of the oversized chairs with a book. The soft hum of conversation and distant clatter of dishes in the kitchen made the space feel alive but not overwhelming.

Logan walked in, towel around his neck and hair damp from a shower. He gave you a quick nod before heading to the fridge to grab a beer. As he twisted off the cap, he turned to you, leaning back against the counter.

“You’re always workin’, doll. Don’t you ever sit down and let someone else handle it?”

You looked up from your book, smiling faintly. “I’m sitting now, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, taking a swig of his beer before sauntering over to the chair opposite you. “Guess that counts. What’re you readin’?”

You held up the book to show the cover. “Just something light. Needed a break.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but not unkind. “You? Takin’ a break? That’s a first.”

“It happens,” you teased, marking your page and setting the book down on the armrest. “What about you? You’re always either in the Danger Room or off somewhere on your bike.”

“Gotta keep busy,” he said with a shrug. “Helps keep my head straight.”

You nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind his words. Logan wasn’t one to open up easily, but you’d learned to read between the lines.

“Fair enough. I guess we’re both bad at just sitting still,” you said.

He smirked. “Yeah, but at least I don’t let people walk all over me while I’m at it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Here we go.”

“I’m just sayin’, sweetheart. You’ve got a good heart, but it’s okay to say no once in a while.” His tone was softer this time, less teasing and more genuine.

You looked down, fiddling with the edge of your book. “I don’t mind helping. Besides, it’s not like I’ve got anything else pressing to do.”

Logan leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked at you. “That’s not the point. You deserve time for yourself, too. Don’t let these jokers make you forget that.”

You smiled, a warmth blooming in your chest at his concern. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You better,” he said, leaning back again and taking another sip of his beer. “‘Cause if I catch you runnin’ yourself ragged again, I might just have to step in.”

“Oh, really? And what would that look like?” you asked, amused.

“Let’s just say it’d involve you sittin’ in that chair for more than five minutes without someone askin’ you to fix somethin’.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Alright, deal. But only if you promise to do the same.”

He raised his beer in a mock toast. “Deal, doll.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the noise of the mansion fading into the background. Logan’s presence was steady, grounding in a way you hadn’t quite expected when you first met him. It wasn’t hard to see why you’d grown to like him so much—even if he didn’t realize it.

As you picked up your book again, you caught him watching you out of the corner of your eye. When your eyes met, he just smirked and shook his head, muttering something under his breath before finishing his beer and heading out. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, the moment lingering long after he was gone.

---

You and Ororo were making dinner, her stirring food on the stove while you cut up chicken at the counter. The kitchen smelled warm and inviting, the quiet hum of activity making it a relaxing space to chat.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Logan lately,” Ororo said, her tone light but curious.

You paused mid-slice, glancing at her with a small smile. “He’s been around, yeah. We just… talk sometimes.”

“Mmhmm,” she replied, stirring the pot without looking at you. “And you don’t think that means something?”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “No, Ro. Logan talks to everyone—well, kind of. It’s not like I’m special or anything.”

She turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? Because the way he looks at you sometimes…”

“What way?” you asked, feeling a warmth creep into your cheeks.

Ororo set down her spoon and crossed her arms, leaning back against the counter. “Like you’re the only person in the room. Like he actually wants to be around you—which, let’s be honest, is rare for Logan.”

You snorted, trying to brush off the comment. “He’s just… nice to me, that’s all. He probably feels sorry for me because I’m always running around doing things for everyone.”

“Nice? Logan?” Ororo gave you a pointed look. “That man growls at people for breathing wrong. He’s not just ‘nice.’”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Could she be right? You’d always thought Logan’s kindness was just him looking out for you the way he did for everyone on the team, even if it seemed a little… different sometimes.

“Even if you’re right,” you said finally, “I don’t think he thinks about me like that. I’m not exactly his type.”

Ororo frowned, clearly unimpressed. “And what makes you think you’re not his type?”

You gestured to yourself vaguely. “Come on, ‘Ro. He’s this tough, no-nonsense guy, and I’m—”

“Amazing,” Ororo interrupted firmly. “You’re amazing. And if Logan doesn’t see that, then he’s a fool. But from where I’m standing, it seems like he does.”

You sighed, setting down the knife and leaning your elbows on the counter. “I don’t know. I just… I don’t want to make things awkward, you know? If I say something and I’m wrong, it could mess everything up.”

Ororo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I get it. But sometimes, you’ve got to take a leap of faith. You deserve to be happy, and if Logan makes you happy, it’s worth the risk.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Logan had wandered into the hall just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he listened.

“I’ll think about it,” you said softly, returning to the chicken.

“You do that,” Ororo said with a knowing smile, turning back to the stove.

Logan cleared his throat as he stepped into the kitchen, startling both of you. “Smells good in here.”

“Oh!” You nearly dropped the knife, your heart racing. “Hey, Logan. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya,” he said, his tone casual. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before flicking to Ororo. “You got room for one more?”

Ororo smirked, glancing between you and Logan. “Always. But only if you’re willing to set the table.”

Logan chuckled. “Fair enough.” He grabbed some plates from the cupboard, his movements unhurried but purposeful.

You tried to focus on the chicken, but your hands felt clumsier than usual under his gaze. Ororo shot you a sly look before turning her attention back to dinner, leaving you and Logan to fall into an easy, if slightly charged, silence.

---

Logan, for the first time in a long time, was clueless about what to do. He almost felt like a teenager, walking around with a secret—perhaps not-so-secret—crush.

To make matters worse, in the following days when he thought he had gathered himself to tell you how he felt, you flashed him a smile and all his previous thoughts went out the window. Logan found himself retreating to the Danger Room more often, grumbling under his breath about how he wasn’t built for this kind of thing.

One evening, after a particularly long day of running errands and fixing half the mansion’s quirks, you were in the rec room folding towels that had piled up in the laundry. Logan walked in, pausing in the doorway when he saw you. He frowned, his grip tightening around the beer in his hand.

“You’re kiddin’ me. Again?”

You looked up, startled. “What?”

“That,” he said, gesturing to the stack of towels. “You’re always doin’ somethin’ for everyone else.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, shrugging. “It needed to get done.”

Logan let out a low growl of frustration and set his beer down on the coffee table. He crossed the room in a few strides and grabbed the towel you were folding out of your hands, tossing it onto the pile. “Enough.”

“Logan, what are you doing?” you asked, startled.

“Savin’ you from yourself,” he replied, his tone firm but not unkind. “Sit.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. “What?”

“I said sit, doll,” he repeated, pointing to the couch. “You’re takin’ a break whether you like it or not.”

Reluctantly, you sank onto the couch, watching as he grabbed a towel and started folding it himself. “You don’t have to do that,” you said.

“Yeah, well, neither do you,” he shot back, not looking at you.

You crossed your arms, feeling both touched and mildly annoyed. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I like helping.”

“You like helpin’ so much you forget to take care of yourself,” he muttered, finishing one towel and moving onto the next.

“That’s not true,” you protested.

Logan finally looked at you, his hazel eyes piercing. “Yeah, it is. You’re runnin’ yourself into the ground, sweetheart. And for what? So McCoy doesn’t have to walk ten feet to grab his own damn supplies?”

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped. He wasn’t entirely wrong. “It’s just… easier to say yes than to make a fuss,” you admitted.

“Easier for them,” he countered. “Not for you.”

You sighed, sinking further into the couch. “Why do you care so much?”

Logan’s hands stilled, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he set the towel down and turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable. “Because I like you, that’s why.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less firm. “I like you. And it drives me nuts watchin’ you run yourself ragged for people who don’t appreciate it.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. “Logan…”

“Look, I ain’t good at this kinda thing,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But I know what I feel. And what I feel is that you deserve better than this.”

You felt a warmth rise in your chest, a mix of disbelief and something else—hope. “I didn’t think… I mean, I thought you just saw me as some pushover,” you admitted.

He snorted. “A pushover? Nah. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for. But that doesn’t mean you gotta carry everyone else’s weight all the time.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. Logan took a step closer, crouching down in front of you so you were eye level. “You don’t gotta say anything, doll. Just… promise me you’ll start puttin’ yourself first for once.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll try.”

He gave you a small smile, one that made your heart flutter. “Good.”

Before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Logan froze, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at you. “What was that for?”

You shrugged, feeling bold for the first time. “For caring.”

A slow grin spread across his face, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you—gentle at first, then deeper, more sure. When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless.

“That… was overdue,” he said, his voice low and a little rough.

You laughed softly. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

Logan smirked, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Guess I’ll have to stick around more. Make sure you’re takin’ those breaks.”

“Oh, is that what this is about?” you teased.

“Part of it,” he said with a wink. “The other part… well, we’ll figure it out.”

And for once, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you deserved to be taken care of too.

[eloquentlytired]

18+mdni

— three is the charm

pairing: logan x fem curvy reader x wade

tags: threesome — established relationship — dominant wade — needy reader & lo — rough sex — cock ring — pet names — wade being silly — not mentioned but reader is on the pill — sweet ending — not exhaustive tags here we good

summary: wade needs to unwind, you and logan help him.

author’s note: I have finally finished this tiny surprise. enjoy !! ☺️🩷🌸

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you lie on the bed as wade kisses you while logan abuses the skin of your neck, littering it with bites. it hurts but it's a good ache and they're both always careful with you. “fuck.” you whine against wade’s lips and you know that he'd give you a funny response if he wasn't so incredibly horny — he was the one that had initiated this in the first place.

there's hardness pressing against both of your thighs and you think about how lucky you are to be like this; to have two people that want you. that love you. logan moves his hand to slide down your pajama shorts and wade follows right after to remove your panties, exposing your wetness. wade is also the first to slip between your legs and go down on you, firstly kissing the area around your pussy until you're whimpering and throbbing for him. logan is just done undoing the first few buttons of your pajama shirt, remembering you like this one, and you'd praise him if you were coherent. he wraps his lips around your nipple while occupying the other with his hand, twisting it between his fingers. you moan and your legs shake over wade’s shoulders as the wet sensations at your breasts and cunt overwhelm you with the best type of pleasure. wade grips your hips high and your heart flutters at the way his bare hands squeeze them so tightly, proving how much he loves the curves of you. he grunts between your legs, sliding his tongue up and down, from your entrance to your clit, before tracing your lips teasingly. you sob with pleasure and logan sucks around your nipple harder to intensify the arousal you feel. one of your hands disappear into logan’s hair while the other finds wade’s hand on your hip and squeezes it. wade squeezes back.

“fuck—” it is logan who is cursing moments later when he's laying on his back on the bed as you straddle him so that your chests are pressing together and melting. wade hovers behind you and the head of his cock pokes your anal hole, making you shudder. wade grips logan’s cock to give it a few rough strokes and watches how his boyfriend’s hips twitch with each movement. he presses logan’s tip against the entrance of your weeping cunt and you moan, swaying your hips back against their cocks. “please.” you whisper and they're moving in unison like they always do, as if they're mentally communicating, and slide their cocks inside you inch by inch.

logan waits for wade to go a few inches first before he's pushing his fat tip past the tightness of your sweet pussy. this is something they always do as well — allowing the other to go first depending who's more desperate or who needs it more at the moment. part of them does it to not hurt you too much which is sweet, but the other part contains a much deeper meaning of it. probably something to do with the way wade slides his cock inside you first while staring at logan from behind your shoulder. they exchange rough glances, literally eye-fucking each other, because wade always provokes logan. he becomes competitive on purpose but there's no unhealthy intent behind it and they always know. wade means to say something like I reached the ending line first but logan grounds his hips, lining his dick with your pussy and thrusts forward sharply. it makes wade feral to see that kind of expression in his face — logan silently telling him that even if he comes second he'll still pretty much destroy the both of you.

but today is wade’s day and when wade leans down for a moment, tugging logan’s head closer by his hair, logan allows him. only you and wade can do that. “oh.” you lift your head slightly from logan’s hairy chest and you watch them as they kiss, wade’s tongue battling for dominance, and his endurance allows him to claim it against logan who's struggling to keep up. logan growls as wade takes a sweet moment to bite onto his bottom lip and release it with a loud sound. you instinctively clench at the sight, walls tightening around their cocks which twitch in response. especially logan’s as wade bites onto his bottom lip again but this time harder until he draws blood. it's filthy and arousing but the three of you were never normal to begin with.

“wade..lo!” you scream as they fill you up at the same time, stuffing their cocks into your deepest parts. you're full — extremely — and your body shakes uncontrollably because of the sheer force of their hips. wade grunts as he fucks you from behind, driving his hips straight into yours while his hand squeezes your pretty hip. you don't know where his other hand is until wade is using it to wrap it around your throat and pull you up. you feel logan’s cock shake, tremble even, and it couldn't be? right? but logan surprises you by spilling his load into your pussy and he surprises wade too.

logan is the only one who isn't surprised because the sight before him has turned him into literal shambles. your back presses against wade’s chest as you take both of their cocks so well and — in logan’s defense — wade is choking you too as your breasts bounce with each collision of their hips. logan can't take it. “you old dog.” wade mocks as he nibbles the back of your shoulder and logan let's out an animalistic growl as if annoyed with the comment. wade just provokes him more. “oh, peanut, maybe we should train you to handle the truth a little better.” and before you know it wade is holding you from your elbows as your entire front moves over logan. wade fucks you fast, hard. his balls slap against your skin and the motion burns you eventually because of the roughness but you like it. logan squirms beneath your bodies mumbling and pleading about how it's too much, too sensitive. “shut up and take it.” wade says probably to both of you and you moan in unison. your pussy clenches, logan shivers.

at some point wade is using a single arm to fist your hair and that's all the support you have to not crash on top of logan. logan watches your breasts bounce and brush over his face as wade takes you, molds you into an obedient little thing. it doesn't take long for him to get hard again and start rutting into you but wade notices. and he doesn't allow it. “what the—” logan hisses as something interrupts his high and although he can't see it, he knows wade has wore that damn cock ring around him just for punishment. “now don't be selfish. you already had your fun,didn't you?” wade mocks and grounds his hips into you so deep that it makes your eyes roll back with logan simply watching. logan growls in protest like he always does but wade doesn't care. wade pulls out completely before thrusting his entire cock back into your hole and your hips tremble as you hear the noises; when wade fucks you. when his hips collide with yours. when his balls slap against your skin. when his cock completely disappears into your tightness.

“work,puppy. you might get what you want in the end.” wade tells logan with mischief and logan grips both of your asscheeks roughly as he begins fucking into you properly. finally. it's brutal and fast and logan’s public hair rubs against your clit. you're reaching your peak then, squeezing around their cocks while coming all over logan’s dick. logan grunts and whimpers beneath your body as his cock twitches but nothing comes out — the cock ring doesn't let him. wade simply grins with satisfaction and before you know it he's pulling out of you, stroking himself to orgasm. you and logan moan as wade spurts all over you, on your ass and on logan’s thighs. he wants his claim to be apparent.

wade releases your hair and you fall on logan with a whine, your scalp slightly hurting but it's fine because this is worth it. there's some shuffling behind as wade unclasps the cock ring from around logan’s shaft. he's hard and leaking and wade uses a hand to guide logan’s cock back into your sensitive pussy. “wade—” , “I know,angel,I know.” he shushes your protests as logan’s hard shaft stretches you out again. it takes you a while to realize that logan is shaking beneath you as wade fondles with his balls, squeezing and rubbing them. logan’s eyes are shut and his hips twitch. all it takes is a few more toying around with his balls from wade to make him come again and logan is filling you up again. you shudder as he finishes emptying his load inside you and you slide tiredly by his side, logan is as tired as you so he doesn't stop your fall.

it's midnight when all three of you are watching tv in one of the couches. wade is in the middle while you and logan are at either side of him. wade’s head is leaning on logan’s shoulder while his hand is nestled between your hands. you hold him gently as logan silently watches the cartoons channel that wade has picked out. “thank you for today.” wade mutters tiredly, because it's his thing to be sentimental a little before bed, and you and logan can't help but smile a little. “I can feel you smiling.” wade states proudly, eyes still targeted at the television. “go fuck yourself,bub.” logan tells him humourously and you shake your head at their childish bickering. “talking about fucking,lo, did your balls get bigger—”

“wade!” you and logan protest in unison. your boyfriend laughs.

[fungateshortcakes]

Hello! This is like my first time giving a req and I just really really loved your writing about Oldman Logan! I really wanted to know Old Man logan x reader who has like a pet bunny? Ik it sounds stupid😭 but like I really wanted to see Oldman logan super annoyed with readers' Pet Bunny. Like he is super annoyed by the fact that reader gives attention to the stupid little furball instead of poor tired logan or the time reader takes her bunny to little trips to the beach with logan and he is again annoyed that ot was like supposed to be a lil date between him and reader and the bunny just like took all the attention away☹️ it can be fluff!

{And if you can! Can the reader be like a curvy one? Ik I'm sorry it might not be a part of the plot, but I really loved ur plus size! Reader x old man logan one🫶🏻}

Sorry if there are any mistakes! But I just love the way you write logan in general. Love ya'!!🩷🩷

Beachy Bunny

This is such a cute idea! Logan gives me these 'dad said he didn't want a dog but now he loves the dog more than anyone else' vibes. Give it time, he is gonna love that bunny

Pairing: Old man Logan x chubby! Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings/tags: fluff, short and sweet, jealousy, chubby reader, pets, arguments, making up, kissing, brief description of (somewhat) nudity, slightly suggestive, english is not my first language, !not proof read!

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Logan had been through a lot in his long, miserable life- wars, losing his loved ones, mutant extinction, his own body poisoning him, you name it. But somehow, none of those compared to the slow, agonizing torture of being second place to a damn rabbit.

He was talking about your pet rabbit. Before you two started dating, he knew you would bring your little furry friend with you if you two every decided to move together. But he hadn't expected to lose to a bunny that only slept and ate most of the day.

You sat on the couch as usual, giggling as your fluffy white bunny, Thumper, wiggled his pink nose up at you with his big, round eyes. Logan, slouched next to you, let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples like he was dealing with a headache.

Thumper was allowed to free-roam in your apartment, going to places whenever he pleased. He had a cage you put him in for the night, but by day, and only if at least one of you were home, he was able to hop around the whole house. And Logan hated it. He occupied every space, following Logan to personally annoy him. That bunny had too many right in this flat, in his opinion. “You spoil it too much” Logan muttered, his voice gravelly.

“You spoil me too much” you shot back with a smile, not even looking up as you were busy scratching thumpers cute fluffy head “So, really, it’s only fair.”

Logan scoffed, shaking his head while crossing his arms over his chest “Difference is, you’re my girl. That thing’s just a freeloader.” he declared, staring down your rabbit with a nasty side eye.

You gasped dramatically “How dare you?” you shrieked, scooping up Thumper and holding him tightly to your chest protectively “He’s family!”

Logans teeth were grinding together. He was supposed to be pressed to your chest while you coddled and kissed him, not this thing.

“He’s an attention-sucking nuisance” Logan muttered, eyeing Thumper as he twitched his nose, his hanging ears flopping while he stared back, almost smugly, if you asked Logan

The real offense, though, happened at the beach.

Logan had planned this day just for you, well, mostly for you. He wasn't really a beach guy, but he figured seeing your gorgeous thick curves in that bikini, your soft tummy out and enjoying yourself, would make it all worth it. And hell, it had been worth it when you stepped out of the car, the soft fabric of the short sundress you wore over your bikini hugging every inch of your body in just the right way, your exposed skin glistening with a layer of sun screen. He had been this close to dragging you back into the car and forgetting the beach altogether.

But then, of course, you had to bring him.

Thumper.

In a little carrier. With a tiny sun hat. You even packed a little basket with fruits he could munch on. Logan had never felt so defeated. He had begged you to not take him, that Thumper would survive being in his cage for a few hours, but you insisted on taking him, talking about how he needs to get more fresh air.

Logan sat on large towel next to you, arms crossed, watching you build a tiny bunny-sized sandcastle next to the blanket, while Thumper laid comfortably in the shadows under the umbrella, looking pleased as ever, as if you were only his servant that did everything he asked.

You glanced up at Logan, your eyes squinting from the sun, and smiled. “Why do you look so grumpy?” you teased him, rubbing your hands that were full of sand off on your thick thighs.

“Because” Logan started with a huff, motioning at the relaxed rabbit that laid only a few inches away from his legs “this was supposed to be a date. You know, just us two, being romantic and shit" he complained, the edge in his voice making you tilt your head. You knew that Logan wasn't too fond of Thumper. But that's just how Logan was with new things in his life. He hadn't been fond of you at the start, too, always keeping you at arms length. But eventually, he caved, gave in to the feelings he haboured for you ever since his eyes fell on your dolled up form in that bar, a pretty thing for an old man like him, so you thought he would warm up to Thumper too. Slowly, you were losing that hope.

“This is romantic” you shot back, gesturing to the scenery around you two, the shining sun, the refreshing sea just a few feet away, the sound of the crashing waves and the cute little picnic basked you had packed for today. Logan rolled his eyes "Yeah, it would be romantic if this little shithead wasn't here, taking up all the space and attention" he grumbled out, expecting you to answer him, and you were about to, but then Thumper sat up and started to clean his face and floppy years and it was the cutest thing you have ever seen. You instantly started cooing, completely ignoring what Logan had said.

"See! That's what I mean! I am talking to you, he does something, and you don’t even care for what I was trying to say" Logan argued, clearly offended. He felt embarrassed to have such big feelings over a rabbit, especially in his old age, but he couldn't helo but be annoyed and more than a little pissed off

You quickly snapped out of your awe and looked at him apologetic, realising that he was right. "You're right, I'm sorry. I have been treating you a bit unfairly" you muttered, avoiding his sharp gaze.

"But please, don't blame him" you then pleaded, brushing your hand over Thumpers soft fur. "It’s not his fault, you know. It's mine. I shouldn’t put you last" you admitted and crawled closer to him and, shame on him, he had a good view of your cleavage then. Logan’s eyes followed the motion, his irritation fading slightly.

You supported yourself by placing your hand on his strong thigh, leaning up to give him a kiss. His thick salt and pepper beard tickled your lips and when you pulled back, his slight anger had melted away completely. "Don't tell Thumper, but you are still my favourite" you whispered teasingly, your heart hammering in your chest as your response got a small smirk out of him. "That's right, I better be, sweetheart" he muttered, one broad hand snaking around your naked waist, pulling you in for another short kiss. And another, maybe a third one wouldn’t hurt either.

You could have kissed him forever while the salty breeze brushed through your hair, but suddenly, Logan felt something nugde his leg. It was Thumper, who was desperate to claw his way onto his lap. Logan grunted, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Next time, he stays home. I'm serious”

“Maybe” you said with a sly smile, knowing full well that Logan had already lost this battle.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. He was a tough, hardened man. He had survived everything. But when it came to you and your damn bunny, he never stood a chance.

But who knows, maybe one day Logan will realise that this little ball of fur was only half as bad as he thought he was.

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I hope this was like you imagined <3 I called the bunny thumper and gave him floppy ears because my pet bunny was also called thumper and had floppy ears. I wanted to include him in the fic as a little memorial, I hope that's okay

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I dont know if you done this already, but what about you logan x fem reader fic, where reader is the little sister of Charles xavier or Eric, and they keep their relationship secret, but then everyone finds out and readers brother gets really protective of her and has a talk with logan trying to scare him off but it doesn't work

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Logan x plus size reader

How could Logan be stupid enough to fall for the little sister of an overprotective metal controlling mutant? As it turns out, very easily.

Warnings: angst, gunshots, burns/fire, fluff, protective!erik, descriptions of pain, reader is german but there’s no further description than vague references WC: 2.7k

A/N: This went a little off of the request but I hope you still like it and I’m sorry for how long it took!

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

She was too much like her brother in a lot of ways, but at the same time, they couldn’t be more different. Where Erik could command any room he walked into, she blended, finding a home in the shadows where she could be hidden. He exuded confidence and a suave attitude that could charm anyone. She was meek, shy but with a power bubbling under the surface that felt like an even bigger threat than any her brother could come up with.

Erik shot first and asked questions later, Y/N wouldn’t ask, she would get all the answers she needed with a single look and then dispose of the trash without so much as a flick of her wrist. While Erik controlled metal, Y/N controlled pain.

Logan met the brother and sister duo long before the mutants were fractured. He noted how beautiful she was, even when he only glanced at her through his peripheral vision. She was curvy, with a belly and plump thighs. He told them to go fuck themselves.

The next time she saw him, she was alone. She seemed lopsided without her brother beside her, incomplete. Logan saw the way her hackles raised when Charles screamed at him to leave, calling him a liar. He saw how she flinched when Erik was mentioned. 

Wolverine knew what happened between them, the rift that hadn’t ever been healed, even after her death in the far future. He was stunned by her beauty then, finally seeing her in the flesh after so many years, alive and well. Logan pulled her to the side as soon as they were alone, embracing her. Y/N tried to push him off but when she felt his pain, the raw burning like his nerves were on fire, she wrapped her soft arms around him, easing him.

“Stay alive.” He told her. “Do whatever you have to, you have to live.” He pleaded before he was pulled back to the future but not without kissing her like it was the last time. He stole her breath away as he poured every ounce of love as he could into her lips. 

When Logan strolled into the Manor many years after that kiss, Y/N stayed away from him. He was so much younger, so much more whole. She could see now the pieces of him that would break away over the years and it hurt her. She knew what was going to happen to him, what had happened to him. But he cornered her eventually.

“You seem to already know who I am.” She shivered when she heard his voice call out to her from the infirmary door. 

“You made a very big impression on the school.” Her accent had long since disappeared, snuffed out by the need to be hidden, to be safe. She didn’t look at him, instead concentrating on cataloguing the new medical supplies that had been delivered the day before.

The mutant huffed, clearly not content with her answer. “You avoid me like the plague while everyone else is indifferent.” Her eyes flicked up to him briefly.

“Maybe I have decided that I already don’t like you. You did threaten to abandon a young mutant on the side of the road.” He scoffed at the mention of Rogue.

“She had it comin’.” He shrugged. “So what is it exactly that you do?” His large body lounged against the one hospital bed in the room. She couldn’t help but glance up at him. He was physically older, slight grey in his sideburns, more lines on his face but his eyes weren’t as sad, the deep brown swirling with emotions he was trying desperately to tamp down but hadn’t learned how yet. 

He was still incredibly handsome though. He walked with a confidence that came from youth, that blind faith in himself and his strength that made him cocky and untouchable. Y/N turned away. “I’m the school’s nurse, I thought that was pretty obvious, given I’m in the infirmary.”

Logan grunted, crossing his thick arms over his chest, holding a beer bottle between two of his fingers. “I was talkin about yer power, bub.” That made her smile, the corner of her lips turning up. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she missed his attitude. 

“I control pain. It’s useful.” She shrugs off the question with a half answer. She picked up the last of the supplies on the infirmary bed, making a note on her clipboard before putting them away. 

She heard him huff and a silence settled over the room but it was not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just… silence. The beer in his bottle swished as he gulped down the last of the brew. The supply closet’s door swung shut with a creak and she chanced another look at the man.

She couldn’t ignore the way his muscles bulged so she forced herself to turn away. It would do her no good to get involved with him in any capacity, even if her heart screamed for him. Logan took the hint, leaving the infirmary with a grumble and a glance back at her.

It was impossible to completely avoid someone like Logan, even in a school as large as the academy. He seemed to appear in moments when her guard was down, lurking in the corner of her vision like a ghost. His blue eyes locked onto her whenever they would be in the same room, both undressing her and observing her with some morbid fascination.

But no matter how hard she tried, her lips still ached from that kiss all those years ago and her heart burned to know what would become of them in the future.

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“You seem awfully close with the professor.” The manor was silent, a much needed reprieve after the long day of classes in Logan’s case and lots of skinned knees in Y/N’s. An ancient record player crooned in the corner of the huge sitting room, bathing its two occupants in pleasant song which was quickly becoming more of a lullaby. The older mutant sat on one end of the couch with his companion lying across the rest, a thick book propped up on her chest and her sock-clad feet dangerously close to his lap.

She let the statement sink in for a moment as Logan took another sip from his glass of bourbon he had pilfered from Charles’s not-so-well hidden stash. “Are you asking me something or just talking out loud?” He rolled his eyes.

“What do you think darlin’?” He snapped but his usual condescending tone was replaced with a sarcastic tilt to his voice. Her lips quirked up and she shut her book, letting it rest on her sternum as she met his gaze.

“Yes, Charles and I are very close. I’m the same way with Hank and Alex, we’ve all been here since the beginning.” She knew her answer was one that was far more simple than he would’ve liked but she wouldn’t give him the full story unless he asked. 

Logan dropped his left hand from where it had been resting upon his chest onto his meaty thigh, the edge of his palm now just grazing the tip of her fuzzy socks. “Are you fucking him?” The question was so unexpected that Y/N choked on her own spit. She shot up as she coughed, tucking her legs beneath her. Too caught up in catching her breath, she missed the way his eyes dulled at the loss of her closeness.

“Scheiße.” The German naturally slipped from her lips and she thumped her chest with a closed fist. “God no! Having a telepath as a friend is bad enough, I could never imagine dating one.” He smirked, letting out a pleased chuff. 

“So…” He prompted. Y/N leaned back into the couch. They now sat side-by-side and Logan was able to study her profile as she eased the drink from his hand, finishing it off in one gulp.

Her face was solemn, haunted by something he couldn’t quite place, even in his many decades of life. She looked as if she were in mourning. “I traded one overprotective brother for another.” 

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Logan’s legs ached as he ran, the smoke from the fires that raged around him singed his senses. Flames licked up the sides of the manor as gunshots still echoed across the fields, even if the fighting had already stopped. They had come in the dead of night, guns and torches lighting their way. 

The school had always been a risk, especially being so close to town. But young mutants needed a place to go. It was inevitable that those who hated them would try to run them out, they all thought they had more time.

It was her voice that pulled Logan from his retreat. Laced with tears, she was comforting one of the older students as he nursed a severe burn to his arm. They were laid out in the grass which was still damp from the early morning dew. Y/N cupped his face with glowing hands and Logan could clearly see the pain that rippled through her.

More students gathered around them, each with an injury of their own, each begging for some kind of relief. Exhaustion painted her face as her body wound tight with agony. The ground shook as Logan dropped to his knees next to her. 

“Give me their pain.” She was withering away right before his eyes, driven only by a need to protect, to give the children comfort in the only way she knew how. She shook her head and instead moved to a girl who was no older than 13. A flesh wound cut across her leg, the edges of the wound burned with residual gunpowder. 

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips as she took the girl’s pain and Logan watched as the woman began to wither away. She was killing herself. 

“Give me their fucking pain.” He yanked her hands away from the girl and laid them on his broad chest. She thrashed in his hold in an attempt to pull away but he wouldn’t budge.

Her eyes met his and she froze. This was the moment that he had warned her about so many years before, a premonition that he would never remember. But to give her pain, her gift, to someone else, she couldn’t even fathom it. “Please.” He begged, squeezing her hands in his own. She was weakening, she doubted she could stop him even if she tried.

Logan felt like he was burning alive as gunshots ripped through his arms and legs. And yet he smiled at her and in that moment, something shifted between them. “That’s it doll face.” Heat rushed to her cheeks and it wasn’t because of the fire that still blazed behind them. 

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The sounds of power tools and hammers were almost constant nowadays as the mutants worked together to rebuild the crumbling school. Y/N strolled happily through the halls, the walls still blackened from the fire. The students were gone, taken home by their families or sent to safe houses around the country, leaving only a few teachers who wanted to lend a hand. 

“They’re working quite quickly.” Charles noted from his place where the greenhouse used to sit. A handful of people, including Logan, Hank, Alex and Rogue among others were steadily building a large room across the way- a brand new library.

Y/N chuckled as she handed him a cup of lemonade. “They have a goal to achieve. This school is important to all of us.” He grinned slyly at his long time friend. 

“I’m sure one of them has another motivation for working so hard.” His blue eyes flicked to the love bite that peaked from her collar. 

“Shut up.” She muttered with a kick to his wheelchair, Charles laughed under his breath as she walked away to the man responsible for her tender steps and slight limp. As much as Charles loved to tease, he loved even more that she was smiling again and the pain that always seemed to radiate from her mind was now a dull ache that was easily chased away by the touch of her lover. 

As soon as she was near enough, Logan abandoned his work, his full attention turned to her. Her laugh carried through the summer breeze like a bird song as he wrapped her up in his arms, lathering her face in kisses. The others rolled their eyes and continued their work as the couple embraced.

“I see my absence was not missed.” Erik’s cool tone froze Charles’s blood. 

Rage rolled off the mutant in waves as he glared at the man who was all over his precious sister. His knuckles turned pale and Charles could almost hear the way his muscles tensed. “Erik, what a surprise. I thought you were still on the run.” He looked up at his old friend though he almost didn’t recognise him. His eyes were so much older, his soul so much darker but yet, it was still him. 

Y/N had yet to notice her brother, too wrapped up in the arms of her lover but as she pressed another kiss to his cheek, Erik’s anger mounted. He knew what Logan was, knew exactly what pain he was capable of inflicting. “How long?” He growled.

“A couple months though I suspect that Logan had been pining for her since the moment he met her.” Perhaps it was optimistic of Charles to divulge details of their relationship to Erik, but he was a romantic at heart. “Logan saved her life, Erik.” 

Her laughter did nothing to ease the furrow in his brow but the way that Logan grabbed at her ample backside absolutely did something. 

“Logan?” Y/N asked curiously as the man in her arms suddenly froze and his eyes widened almost comically. “Are you ok?” She cupped his cheek and pain unlike anything she had ever imagined rocketed through her veins. Her bones felt like they were twisting in upon themselves, severing nerves and destroying her body from the inside out. She could feel Logan’s flesh move unnaturally as she pulled him closer to her.

“Logan!” Her hands pressed harder into his jaw in an attempt to steal the violent sensation from him but still, his chest echoed with his suffering.

“Erik enough!” Her head whipped around, as did the attentions of all the other mutants gathered around. The fury in his eyes was like nothing she had seen before, as if he was looking at a roach he had crushed under his boot. His knuckles paled with the force of his power. 

A howl of pain escaped Logan’s lips, finally breaking Y/N from her trance. “Release him or I’ll fucking break you.” She snarled and for just a moment, Erik faltered. 

His hold wavered briefly but it was enough for Charles to grab his wrist and completely break his focus. “This is beyond childish.” He scolded as Y/N pulled her partner behind her but her deadly glare remained firmly on her brother. Erik didn’t bother to respond, instead his shoulders dropped in surrender and Logan collapsed, the pain finally dissipating.

There was a flurry of movement as she fell to her knees and the others rushed to make sure they were alright. “She’s happy, she’s safe. Leave it alone.” But Erik ignored his friend. His Y/N was gone and perhaps she had been for years. This woman that threatened him when he hurt a boy, as he had done dozens of times in the past with no fight from her, was not the girl he grew up with.

She stood up straight all on her own. She didn’t need Erik to balance her nor Logan to push her up, perhaps that’s why her brother slipped out in the dead of night, leaving behind the one thing that kept him tethered to his humanity. Y/N would awaken the next morning in the protective hold of the man she loved and find a single coin, rusted with age and stained with dried blood on her nightstand. She knew that she would not hear from him again, Erik was dead, only Magneto remained.

The worst decision indeed.

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True Alpha (Omegaverse Logan X Reader)

Title: True Alpha (A/B/O Logan X Reader)

Word Count: 2,120

Warnings: Smut, Omegaverse, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming bite

Fandom: X-Men/X-men movies omegaverse

Pairing: Alpha bodyguard!Logan X Omega mafia princess!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Request: So I’m so obsessed rn with Alpha Omega verse. Need 1970’s bulky Logan to be in a rut and just fuck the shit out of some mafia’s boss’s daughter he’s supposed to be protecting. Like he can’t stop and won’t stop cuz maybe she’s his mate? Feel free to change it a bit I just need some like dirty AF alpha rut claiming lol

And make her a curvy girl cuz Logan obviously knows how to take care of a curvy girl

Summary: Set in Boston in the mid to late 70's, Alpha Logan gets a job protecting a Irish mob boss' Omega daughter. She briefly slips his cover to go to a bar where she meets a Beta male who disguised himself as an Alpha. Logan finds her flirting with the guy when she goes into heat unexpectedly. He in turn goes into a rut and drags her away from the beta male to fuck her.

A/N: This is my first A/B/O smut so please be nice. I'm using a new writing program for this called ellipsus and am still getting the hang of it so please be patient. Also, Sorry this took like half a year to write. I suck.

Work:

You knew your father worked high up in the Irish mob, you just didn't know the specifics, so when he got you a body guard in the 1977 it didn't surprise you. His name was Logan and from what you could gather he was a mutant, like you. Your father would not hire a human to take care of you. But, unlike you, he was an alpha.

As an omega, you were drawn to him. He was a very handsome man with a short trimmed beard and an interesting hair cut. You were surprised your father would hire an alpha for your bodyguard because of how precious you were to him.

Logan was very strict. He never took his eyes off you when you were with him. One Friday night you wanted to go to a local South Boston club owned by your father's friend. It was the only club in town that played decent music. You were at Moakley Park for a stroll when you asked him to go.

"No. Too many people," He replied gruffly.

"But-" you began.

Logan cut you off before you could continue, "I said no."

"You're no fun."

"Your father didn't hire me to be your friend. he hired me to watch over and protect you. It's a holiday weekend, the bar will be filled with alphas just waiting to get their hands on an omega like you."

"Omega like me? What's that supposed to mean?" You got defensive. Yes you were the infamous omega daughter of an alpha mutant crime boss father, but most people still feared you for your power to mimic powers of any mutant you met. After all your father was one of the most dangerous and powerful mind reading telekinetics to ever exist.

"A beautiful omega whose scent could drive any alpha into a rut." He replied.

You blushed but continued to argue, "I wear perfume to mask my scent. I'll be fine."

"No," He growled.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes, "I want to go home and take a shower."

"Fine."

The two of you walked back to Logan's car in silence. You spent the ride home plotting your escape.

Once home you stormed upstairs and into your room and changed into a short dress. Inside your room was a connected bathroom which you went into and hurriedly turned on the shower. It was late afternoon and the club would be opening soon. With the shower still running, you exited the bathroom and walked over to the balcony doors near your bed. You stepped out onto the balcony silently thanking your dad for giving you the master bedroom as you would not have fit through the window in the other room. You shut the balcony doors behind you and managed to climb down the trellis without breaking it or hurting yourself.

You figured you had ten to fifteen minutes before Logan got suspicious and barged into your room to find you gone. The club was a few blocks away from your house and you knew you could make the walk there in eight minutes if you hurried. You pulled your coat's hood around your head and began to speed walk to the club.

The bouncers let you in the club after you showed them your id card. Inside the club, you took your coat off and gave it to the coat check booth. Then you walked up to the bar and ordered your favorite drink. As you nursed your drink meekly you saw a good looking man come up to the seat next to yours and order a drink. After he received it from the bartender, he turned to you and smiled. He had the faint scent of an alpha on him and must have been wearing cologne to cover it up for some reason.

"Hi, cutie, how's it going?"

You smiled back shyly as not many men would call you, a curvy girl, cute, "Great now that I have some company. How about you?"

"Great, now that I am talking with a beautiful lady."

You blushed and took a sip of your drink, "Why thank you. You aren't too bad on the eyes yourself either."

"The name's Philip, what's yours?" He held out his hand.

"Y/N," you said as you shook it. You finished your drink and placed the glass down on the bar-top.

"Would you like another?" Philip asked.

"Uh, I don't know if I should," you replied.

"Come on, I'll buy."

You pursed your lips and thought for a second before agreeing to his proposition. He flagged down the bartender and ordered you another.

"What do you do for work, Y/N?"

"Oh, I'm uh, not currently working. My dad has the family business and wants me to start working in that, but I don't know. What about you?"

"I'm a business man."

"Here's the drink," the bartender hands over your favorite drink. You start to sip it and you hear AC/DC's TNT come on the speakers.

"Oh my god! I love this song!" You almost jump up out of your chair into Philip.

He laughs and holds out his hand for you, "Dance with me?"

"Sure," you took his hand and slid off the bar stool. Philip dragged you to the dance floor on the other side of the bar away from the view of the door. You were dancing sensually with him for about a minute when he was yanked from you and thrown into the closest wall by a man you were all too familiar with.

"Logan! What the fuck?" You screamed in anger.

But Logan wasn't focused on you. All of his attention was on the other alpha in the room. He was shaking with anger as he held Philip against the wall. Three odd bone like claws protruded from his knuckles and stopped short of puncturing Philip's throat.

"What the fuck are you doing with her, bub?" He spat in Philip's face.

"Logan, put him down!" you demanded.

He whirled on you and looked furious, "And you, the fuck are you doing with this trashy beta anyway?"

You furrowed your brow and looked from Logan to Philip, "Beta? Philip, what's he talking about?"

Philip let out a strained laugh, "Y/N, it's not what it looks like."

"Shut up! You don't talk to her anymore, you lying sack of shit." Logan spoke before you could even open your mouth to reply, "Tell her the truth or I will."

You were trying to concentrate on the issue at hand but the musky scent of Logan was distracting you from doing so.

Philip stammered and stuttered before Logan interrupted him, "This prick is fooling you, y/n. He's not an alpha. He's a fucking beta wearing pheromones."

You could feel yourself getting angry, but all you could think about was Logan and how good he smelled. Your skin was getting flushed and you were starting to feel delirious. You knew this feeling. You were going into heat. Why weren't your heat blockers working. You knew you were taking them everyday with your birth control.

You could tell that Logan could scent your soft honeysuckle scent as well and could see it was taking all of his willpower not to rip out Philip's throat. You reached out and touch Logan's shoulder to try to calm him down. He immediately released Philip, turned to you, and grabbed your wrist.

"Come with me," He growled at you and dragged you away. You looked back at Philip gasping for air on the ground but Logan's scent was too much for you to bear and you ended up following him out to his car parked behind the building.

He pushed you against the passenger door and kissed you deeply. He only broke the kiss when he said, "I need you. Get in the car."

You obeyed because you needed him as well. Logan stood with your car door open for a moment before closing it and getting in on his side. He rushed back to your house. Once at your large estate, he opened your car door and nearly dragged you out the seat. The two of you went upstairs to your room quietly and carefully so that your father wouldn't notice.

You followed Logan into your room and closed and locked the door behind you. Before you could turn around, Logan spun you to face him and pushed your back against the locked door. He resumed his kissing and lodged a leg between your already slick wet thighs. He ripped the dress off of you and took his white tank off. You fumbled to undo his belt and jeans. When the both of you were left in only undergarments, Logan brought you over to your bed and sat you down. He then straddled your body and continued to kiss you.

"I want to worship your body," he managed to say between kisses.

"Please, just take me already," you whined. You could feel his massive bulge against your thick thighs and all you could think about was having him inside you.

He slowly trailed kisses down to your breasts and removed your bra with ease. He gently pushed your upper body down to the mattress and continued on to remove your panties. He stood back for a second and you frowned at the distance. Logan leaned forward and kissed you while he removed his boxers to show off his large cock. Before you could ask, he came closer and buried his head in your core. He began to lap at your clit as each hand held onto your thighs.

"Oh, Logan, don't stop," you moaned, "Don't stop."

He hummed against your clit which sent your eyes to the back of your head. He added a finger to your pussy then another. He curled his fingers and hit your g-spot. You felt yourself feel lighter and lighter but right as you were about to orgasm, he removed his lips and fingers and brought them to your lips.

"Taste how good you are," He put his fingers in your mouth and you sucked the slick right off them. You tasted fruity and sweet.

"I need you inside me. Now," You kissed his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Logan lined his large cock up to your core and gently slid inside. It hurt at first but he waited for you to adjust to his size. Then he began moving at a slow tempo. His cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust. It was slow and agonizing.

"Faster, Logan, please," was all you managed to get out.

He understood what you wanted and he bucked his hips into you faster than you thought was possible. You tried to stifle your moans with the back of your hand but Logan took your hands into his and covered your mouth with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held his hands tightly.

"Logan, I think I love you," you whispered in his ear. He gritted his teeth so he wouldn't grunt out a loud moan.

"Princess, I've loved you since I first set eyes on you." He nuzzled your neck with his mouth. He began to kiss the same spot over and over until you felt a sharp stinging pain and realized he made a mating bite when he lapped up blood pooling at your neck. You could feel the knot in your core growing so large it was about to burst.

"Oh, Fuck, Logan," you started, "I'm close".

"Y/N, me too." His movements became erratic and unsteady. His hips bucked and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. This sent you over the edge, moaning into his mouth and pussy clamping down on his cock. You felt the head of his cock inflate. He pushed into you one more time before he came while grunting out your name. Cum seeped out of your pussy where his cock stayed attached to you. Logan stayed on top of you holding your hands in his while you waited for his cock's swelling to go down.

Ten minutes later he was able to pull out of you. You were about to get up to go to the bathroom and clean up but he stopped you, "No. Stay there, princess. I've got it."

You watched his fine muscular form walk into your bathroom and grab a damp hand towel and a dry one. he came out and cleaned you up before doing the same to himself. He then threw the towels in the hamper and got an extra blanket from your closet. he covered you with it and laid next to you until the two of you both fell asleep.

[misc-oneshots]

Trust me

Logan can't understand your sudden aversion to him and it pisses him off.

Deadpool and wolverine based Logan x Y/N

Curvy!Slightly insecure reader

(Written and posted on my phone waiting for an appointment trying to get back into writing , please be forgiving)

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If you pushed him away again Logan was going to lose his shit. You weren't injured, he'd have found any injuries with his hands or mouth in the evening in your bed and yet you'd started to push him away.

Anytime his hands found your hips, you stepped away from suddenly insistent you needed to speak to Wade about something. On an evening as soon as you reached the bedroom the lights were turned off, and stayed off, and you rolled away from his grasping hands to your own side of the bed.

At first, Logan was sure it was your period, you hated him grabbing at you at your time of the month but your smell never changed. Nothing with you had changed, except your behaviour, so it must have been something Logan had done. What else could it be?

He finally clicked one evening at Wade's flat. Everyone had come, a monthly dinner where everyone caught up that sometimes acted as an intervention for Al and her cocaine use. Logan wouldn't admit it outloud but it was nice. He'd missed having a family.

Logan's paws found your hips to pull you back into his lap. You squirmed and wiggled in his lap and not in that delightful way that you did when he was overstimulating you but to try and escape his grasp.

"Lo stop! I'll crush you." You hissed, not trying to draw attention to you both. Logan growled in your ear but let you go. He watched you the rest of the evening, slouched in his low chair, and you'd never felt more like prey.

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"Y/N" He caught your attention as he entered your bedroom that night. He was fresh out the shower, towel hanging low on his hips.

"Yes love?" You answered absentmindedly. You kept your eyes on the book in your hands but your mind had already left the pages, captured by sinful thoughts of your lover who was currently shaking his body hair dry like the animal he was.

"Put your book down and lie down flat." He instructed and stepped towards the end on the bed. You flustered, you didn't want him undressing you right now. Last week you'd split your trousers getting into Dopinder's taxi and the embarrassment had taken over your mind. Every touch, every glance from Logan made you panic that he'd suddenly see your curves, that he praised with his hands and teeth, as newly embarrassing.

Logan's voice pulled you back to the moment, "Just trust me." His voice was steady, he wasn't flirting, he wasn't mad and you did trust him.

Bookmark back in place, you put your book on the nightstand and lay down flat in the middle of the bed. Your towel clad lover crawled onto the bed until he was over you.

"If it's too much tell me and I'll move." He told you and kissed the tip of your nose.

"If what's too much?" You asked but quickly realised what he meant as he started to sink his body down onto you putting his weight on his forearms on either side of you.

Fuck, he was heavy.

He wasn't even putting his full weight on you and it was enough to push the wind from your lungs. Had he always held back his full weight when you'd been together? Always stopped his full power when he'd taken you in bed?

You tapped his shoulder twice and he pushed himself up on his hands. "I have a metal skeleton," He growled as he pushed his face into your neck. He kissed and nipped your neck as he continued, "You are delicious and full bodied and I'm not sure why that's started to bother you."

You wiggled and tried I'm vain to escape his mouth. "I split my trousers the other day, it made me overthink." You admitted and managed to lace your fingers through his hair and pulled his head back so you could talk to his face.

"I've never disliked my body before but I was so embarrassed, I started to worry you'd see something bad in my figure." You admitted. "The only thing that's bad is it's covered." He kissed your deeply as he large hands went your sides to your thighs and pulled your legs up around his waist. His hand yanked the towel away from himself as he pushed himself further the kiss.

In the following blissful moments you realised you never need doubt yourself or your Wolverine, but if you did then he'd always be there to crush you.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Pretending

Logan X F! Curvy! Reader

Plot: Logan spots you across the bar, and he can't resist...

A/N: Just a lil something to get through my writers block....

Warnings: Drinking, suggestive, Logan gets a lil horny looking at readers body, reader is described as curvy! Wrote this with Trilogy! Logan in mind but you could really imagine any Logan?

Word Count: 1390

The bar tonight was crowded, filled with drunk patrons, smooching lovers, and chatty groups of friends. It was a lively atmosphere, with colorful lights strung along the walls and windows, pop art decorated the walls. A jukebox in the corner played various songs, ranging everything from Led Zeppelin rock, to Madonna pop. The music though was drowned out by the various conversations heard throughout the bar, talks of politics, days at work, customers placing orders was picked up throughout the place.

Logan was leaning against the bar counter, the wooden edge pressed into his back firmly. He held a smoldering cigar between his lips, his arms bent and resting against the counter, hands hanging loosely. His eyes observing every single person in the bar, taking in the details of their faces, their mannerisms. Logan was familiar with places like these- although this bar was a lot nicer than the more hole-in-wall places he frequented in the past. It wasn’t filled with shifty characters, who would so much as kill you if you even looked at them. 

That was the past though.

His hazel eyes continued trailing across the room, casually puffing the cigar as small billows of smoke would escape his lips. He adjusted his weight on his legs, almost like he was impatient, his fingers rapping along the wood. His eyes kept looking, and looking, and looking…

Until they landed on you. 

You were absurdly gorgeous. It felt like the crowds and atmosphere of the bar disappeared when he looked at you. The way your hair was done- style in a way that framed your beautiful face, your plush cheeks. Your makeup was done, a deep red painted your lips, brown eyeliner outlined your eyes- so bright and full of life- and mischief. Mascara highlighted your lashes and how every blink you made fluttered against your cheek. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

They trailed down to your neckline. You were adorning a black dress, something with straps that barely stayed on your shoulders and a sweetheart neckline. The cloth of the dress hugged the curve of your body, something that could be compared to a goddess. In Logan’s mind anyway. He felt perverted by the way his eyes lingered on your very pronounced chest, the cleavage that was exposed and made him want to leave bite marks all over it. They trailed down to your belly and hips. The way your belly stuck out- like a pouch, with love handles that he desperately wanted to grip onto, to pull you onto him and make you whine. Your tummy was something soft that made him want to squeeze every inch, with how it accented your figure beautifully, making you something completely desirable. Your ass and thighs, plush and round. He could see how your cheeks could fill his hands perfectly, and your thighs would fit wonderfully around his head. The slit in your dress that goes up your thigh, exposing the skin there made him practically drool. 

You were standing on the other side of the room, on the other end of the counter in which it turned into a L shape, giving him a full view of your person. You looked relaxed, and nonchalant, as you carefully sipped your martini, your eyes glancing around the room once in a while, taking in the small crowds of folks having a good time. You looked lonely. 

Logan pushed himself from the bar counter, pushing past the crowd, as he practically rushed to be at your side. He nearly shoved one poor patron to the ground, which he quickly helped up, muttering a half-hearted apology as he still stared at you. Not paying attention to the way the guy scowled, and multiple people threw looks his way.

Fuck Logan, you need to focus.

He reached your side, not saying anything at first. You sensed him there, then heard him, as his knuckles rapped along the bar counter, calling the bartender and asking for a whiskey, neat. His voice is low and alluring. You snuck a peek at him, a faint smile on your face. He wasn’t looking at you. Funny, seeing as he’d been staring at you for several minutes straight; Looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. Then practically charged over by your side like a bull, knocking over some innocent bystander as if you were going to fade from existence if he didn’t reach your side at that moment. 

It was silent between you both, and you watched the bartender pour him a glass of whiskey, in which he took, nodding to the bartender in thanks, then sipping it carefully, the glass tapping on the counter as he set it back down. 

“Lonely tonight sweetheart?” He finally asks, his leather-clad arm brushed against yours. You finally look at him. Goodness he’s handsome. His hair, deep brown, slicked up and back, something that reminded you of a cat- certainly didn’t move like one. His fuzzy mutton chops living down his jaw to his chin- which complimented his facial structure extremely well. His hazel eyes, deep and dare you say- resembled the eyes of a begging puppy, just so pretty to look at. His lips stretched into a knowing smile. He wore a black leather jacket, a flannel underneath it, and dark blue jeans. God he was irresistible just by his presence alone. 

You gave him a flirty smile, fluttering your lashes, as you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms over it, your chest leaning in, and giving him a full view of your large cleavage- which he, not-so-discreetly glanced down at. 

“Nope.” You say simply, tone firm and concise, before looking away. 

He smirked at your answer. “Names Jimmy.” 

You looked back at him, “Jimmy…Really?” You grinned. You didn’t know how long you could keep up the appearance, with how cute he was being. 

“Yeah, can I get a name from you, doll, or do I gotta beg?” 

“Begging sounds fun.” You hummed, looking back at your drink, your finger circling the rim of the glass. 

“How would you like it? On my knees?” He leans in, a hand brushing over your lower back, sliding over to your hip, his thumb rubbing circles against the cloth of your dress. You felt a deep blush come across your face. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. 

“Jimmy.” You mutter slowly, your eyes darting away, but your body leaned into his warmth. “You shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“Why not?”

“Because we are on a mission...” You muttered. You were trying to be serious, but your shaky tone could tell he was getting to you. He grinned. “You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for this guy. Not hitting on me.” You say, looking up at him, with those pretty eyes he adored so much. He knew he would break you the moment he said the name you so affectionately use for him after learning his first name was actually James. 

You two were trying to lure in some scum part of a trafficking scheme, in order to get intel. You were the bait, to draw him in. He was jumpy, and usually had friends nearby so getting close, and It’s been something you’ve been working on for weeks, frequenting this bar, getting his attention, creating conversations between you two, earning trust. Scott was typically the one standing guard in the bar in case something went awry- everyone knew the moment Logan saw this guy around you, it would drive him insane and risk the whole plan- so Logan, to his displeasure, was forced to stay out of it. Tonight though, was the final step, to lure him out into somewhere private- where Logan will jump in, grab him, and that’s when the interrogation begins. You should have known that Logan wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.

And maybe, you were taunting him by wearing his favorite dress on you.

“Can’t help it when you look this good, bub.” He mutters in your ear. You tried to suppress your smile. “Suppose I’ll leave you alone.-” He begins to move away from you, and you already missed his warmth, but then he turns back, and you feel him pressing against your back, heavy and large- a distinct bulge against your hip. He leaned down to your ear, his voice a low growl, “Just so you know though, later tonight, you’re all mine.”

[loganhowlettshousewife]

diversity december masterlist

logan howlett x reader

the idea of diversity december is to write fanfics for people like me who don't often see themselves represented. these don't necessarily need to be holiday related fics, or even winter related.

if any other writers want to participate i would absolutely adore that. even just one fanfic means a lot when you never see things written with you in mind.

🤍 fluff, 🖤 angst, 🩷 smut, 🩶 dark

the librarian (latina reader) (🤍): after the events of logan (2017), in a world where logan survives, he and laura move to a small town to start a new life. laura quickly becomes very attached to the librarian, and seeing you with his daughter makes logan fall hard.

autistic reader (🤍): a drabble about logan dealing with reader who gets overstimulated. also slightly a logan character study.

curvy reader (🩷🤍): logan is obsessed with your thighs. this was supposed to be shameless smut and somehow turned out soft and loving.

black reader (🤍): you're a single mom to a shy daughter. when your daughter makes a new friend, laura, you start to spend more time with her father, and naturally, you fall for his gruff demeanour and kind heart.

afro-latina reader (🤍): when you start working as a professor at the x-mansion, you give logan a reason to stay and spend more time there. friends to lovers.

genderfluid reader (🤍): you love decorating, you do it for every season and holiday. this time, logan joins you in the festivities. (no religion is specified for the reader, it is not mentioned whether they celebrate christmas or not)

bisexual reader (🖤🤍): the worst wolverine comes from a universe very different from this one. a universe where things aren't as great for queer people. so naturally, he panics when you ask him if he has a crush on his roommate.

autistic reader (🤍): there are days where eating is a struggle, where nothing tastes right and it becomes overwhelming to deal with. logan refuses to let you go to bed without food, so trial and error it is.

disabled reader (🤍🖤): dealing with chronic pain is hard, especially as an x-men. but logan is always there to take care of you when you have a bad pain day.

desi reader (🤍🩷): trying to teach logan how to cook ends with you on the table, his head between your legs.

latina reader (🤍): annoyed at the way laura always makes comments in spanish when she doesn't want him to understand, logan comes to you, asking you to teach him his daughter's native language.

jewish reader (🤍): with all the christmas celebrations in the x-mansion, you decide to take it upon yourself to plan hanukkah festivities for the jewish children at the mansion.

main taglist: @raeinyourdreams @meetmypointlessaddiction @chubbyhedgehog @yxtkiwiyxt @isepod @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes @deaky-with-a-c

latina reader: @naggywaggy @mami-veracruz @spencerswh0r3 @taextannie @gl1ndathegoodwitch @uncertified-doc

autistic reader: @thegothempress @z0m3r-blud @yourlocalmerchgirl

curvy reader: @spencerswh0r3 @seasonofthenerd @thegothempress @yourlocalmerchgirl

bisexual reader: @spencerswh0r3

desi reader: @seasonofthenerd

comment on this post to be added to the taglist or if you only want to be tagged in a specific fic, that's fine too.

[estrellacercadelvolcan]

Nerina's Valentine's Day Reading List

I know it's not Valentine's Day anymore but we'll here we are.

In the last couple of days I read some absolutely magnificent stories and wanted to share them with whoever is interested.

Please note that these stories aren't mine! Credits go to all these lovely authors. If anyone should see this and read the fics, please show them some love.

The Fics are separated according to the different characters (Bucky Barnes, Loki, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen & Logan Howlett etc ). Besides that, I listed the title and author. (The word count, genre indicator and my own thoughts are also sometimes listed.)

Regarding possible warnings, normally I only write down the basics. More detailed warnings are written down by the authors on the beginning of their stories. Please always make sure you’re reading these warnings. Do not read if you are under 18 years old. Some of these stories are meant for adults only. But in the end, you’re always responsible for your own media consumption.

Be assured that I LOVE every single one of these amazing stories. Thank you to all the authors for writing and sharing them with us ♥️

Happy reading! ❤️

🌹Loki

Gestures & rain checks by @muddyorbsblr

Loki x Reader | 4.8K | fluff Author's summary: It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Imagine Loki suprising you with flowers by @sserpente

Loki x Reader | 1375 | fluff Author's summary: Imagine Loki suprising you with flowers after learning that you've never received any before

Imagine singing to Loki to soothe him by @sserpente

Loki x Reader | 2300 | fluff Author's summary: Imagine singing to Loki to soothe him during a nightmare on the night of Valentine's Day

May I hug him, please?

🌹Bucky Barnes

Valentine's Day with Bucky, Bee and Malyshka by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hours and Hours by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader | 2K | fluffy smut Author's summary: Bucky knows his rose is better than flowers any day. And he's going to spend Valentine's day showing you-for hours and hours if you let him. Part of the Baker AU

Lost without you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader | 2.6K | Fluff Author's summary: Summary: Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

This kiss... by @holylulusworld

Bucky Barnes x Fem.Reader | fluff Author's summary: Bucky kept his distance for as long as he could.

Valentine's Night by @gremlin-girly

Bucky Barnes x Fem.Reader | 752 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: Your boyfriend is determined to ensure you have a good Valentine's day. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

Valentine's Day Tradition by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Fem.Reader | 1.4K | fluff Author's summary: Bucky wants to get you the perfect Valentine's Day gift

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble by @thebunnyslibrary

Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Fem.Reader | 1500 | fluff Author's summary: Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine’s Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner…

Best Hugs and Kisses by @navybrat817

Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem. Reader | over 930 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: You spend your first Valentine's Day with Bucky.

The Time Thor Third-Wheeld by @mercurial-chuckles

Bucky Barnes x Fem. Reader | 499 | fluff | Friends-to-lovers, Mutual pining

🌹Ari Levinson

February 15th by @gremlin-girly

Ari Levinson x reader| 719 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: Your boyfriend forgot about Valentine's Day. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

Ari & Leo (A Valentine's snippet) by @holylulusworld

Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader | fluff | a/b/o AU, mafia au (implied) Author's summary: It’s Valentine’s Day More of them on the Leo & Alpha Masterlist

Be my Valentine by @bluemoon-fever

Hades!Ari Levinson x Persephone!Fem.Reader | 900 | fluff, angst, implied smut | greek mythology themes

Bite me, baby by @witchywithwhiskey

Ceo!Ari Levinson x Fem.Reader | 6K | smut | CEO Au | Enemies to lovers Author's summary: when your nightmare of a boss, the ceo of the company, insults your valentine's day plans, you're so fed up that you quit. and he has a reaction that you did not anticipate even a little bit. Part of her Sweetshearts Game This made me change my own plans for Valentine's Day

🌹Logan Howlett

Valentines sparkle by @buck-star

Logan Howlett x Fem. Reader | 2082 | fluff | mentions of past sexual content, insecurity Author's summary: Overhearing a conversation between two girls, Logan doubts himself a lot more than he should. Trying to have you see and feel the sparkle of Valentine’s Day.

Valentines Day Blues by @rosenclaws

Worst!Logan x Reader | 2.8K | angst, fluff, a little spice | Author's summary: Logan has never really cared about Valentines day until he met you, but despite his best efforts nothing seems to be working out for him.

🌹Ransom Drysdale

Valentine's treat by @gremlin-girly

Ransom Drysdale x Reader | 308 | fluff | established relationship, non-sexual nudity Author's summary: Your boyfriend ensures you feel utterly pampered on one of your special days. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

🌹Jake Jensen

Valentine's morning by @gremlin-girly

Jake Jensen x Reader | 359 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: What does your Valentine's Morning with Jake look like? Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

🌹Steve Rogers

Valentine's Day by @gremlin-girly

Steve Rogers x Reader | 394 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: You're worried your gift may not be as good as your boyfriend's. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

More than chocolate by @witchywithwhiskey

Husband!Steve Rogers xWife!Reader | 4.5K | smut Author's summary: After your valentine's day date with your husband, he takes you to a hotel room and you make good use of the bed—but end up heading home to sleep in your own home. Part of her Sweetshearts Game

A Fairytale of a Disaster by @stellar-solar-flare

Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader | 4 Chapters | Fluff, hurt/comfort & smut | meet-cute, misunderstanding & Discussion of Steve's canonical trauma

Author's summary: Your friend set you up with a perfect guy. Unfortunately, when it's time for you to meet 'Grant' for the first time, he has stood you up. On Valentine's Day of all days. Was it too good to be true? Or does he instead have a very, very good reason why he's late, and a desire to make it all up to you?

🌹Lloyd Hansen

Valentine's Menu by @gremlin-girly

Lloyd Hansen x Reader | 1.2K | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: Your usually doting boyfriend has been acting strange in the lead up to Valentine's Day and you're prepared for the worst only to find you were worried for nothing. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

Be my Cupid by @witchywithwhiskey

Boyfriend!Lloyd Hansen x Fem.Reader | 3.1K | smut | established relationship Author's summary: when your boyfriend is away on a work trip for valentine's day, you have a plan to make it special. but then he surprises you with an even more exciting present that you weren't expecting. Part of her Sweetshearts Game

🌹Curtis Everett

Valentine's suprise by @gremlin-girly

Curtis Everett x Reader | 368 | fluff | established relationship Author's summary: Your boyfriend makes an attempt to cook a Valentine's meal. Part of her 2025 Valentine's drabbles

🌹Dean Winchester

F*ck Valentine's Day by @holylulusworld

Dean Winchester x Fem.Reader | angst, fluff, implied smut Author's summary: Everything goes wrong on Valentine’s Day for Dean.

Happy Valentine's Day! Please always take care of yourself. 💜♥️💖✨

[mcrdvcks]

what are hands for?

chapter summary: After an offhand comment from your father shakes your confidence, you find yourself spiraling into self-doubt.

word count: 2.4k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: i'm not even gonna lie, this is extremely self-indulgent. i've barely been home for a week and my dad's already called me fat once and it definitely won't be the last time

anyways, i basically wrote this for myself but i thought i'd share it because i know for some people, being home for the holidays is rough! and the only thing i need is for logan to tell me he loves me and everything would be perfect

warnings/tags: insecure!reader, reader has a brother, skipping meals, implied that reader has received rude comments from family before, reader describes herself as 5'7" and over 200 lbs one time (like i said, self-indulgent), curvy!reader, angst, fluff

You have always had mixed feelings about going to your parents’ house for the holidays, or even during your breaks during college. You loved home, it was where you grew up so naturally you were supposed to love it.

But you also hated it. Hated the comments, the looks, the yelling—all of it.

And somehow here you were, standing in your parent’s quaint house, your younger brother and his girlfriend already in the dining room helping your mom with dinner while your dad greeted you and Logan.

"Hey, kiddo," your dad said, pulling you into a quick, half-hearted hug before turning to Logan with a small smile. "Logan. Good to see you again."

Logan gave a polite nod. "Good to see you too, sir."

Your dad’s gaze flicked between the two of you for a moment before gesturing toward the dining room. "Everyone’s in there. Why don’t you join them? Dinner’s almost ready."

Logan looked at you briefly, a silent check-in, before heading off. "I’ll go see if they need help," he murmured, squeezing your hand lightly as he passed.

The air shifted the second Logan stepped out of earshot. Your dad turned back to you, giving you a once-over that was a little too long for comfort.

"You’ve put on a little weight, haven’t you?" he asked, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just landed a verbal punch to your gut. "Must be all that mansion food."

Your chest tightened, heat creeping up your neck. You opened your mouth to respond—what, you weren’t sure—but he didn’t wait for an answer. He just patted your shoulder like it was nothing, muttered something about checking on the turkey, and walked off, leaving you standing there alone.

In the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve put on a different shirt, this one was just a tad bit too tight. But it was one of Logan’s favorite’s, so you didn’t pay too much attention to it.

You pulled on your blouse a few times, trying to get it to not stick to your stomach before walking into the dining room like you always did when you were younger, with a fake smile.

---

You huffed, yanking the seventh shirt over your head and tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. Nothing looked right—nothing felt right. Every shirt clung too much, hung awkwardly, or just didn’t sit right. And with each outfit failure, the voice in your head grew louder, echoing your dad’s casual remark.

You tugged at the hem of your tank top, staring at your reflection in the mirror with narrowed eyes. “Stupid,” you muttered, turning to the side to inspect your profile. “It’s just a shirt. It’s fine.” But it didn’t feel fine.

After another long minute, you grabbed a loose hoodie from the closet and pulled it on, letting it drown you. It wasn’t what you’d planned to wear, but at least it hid everything you didn’t want to see.

You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast before your class. On the counter were a box of donuts, and without thinking you grabbed the two you normally did in a napkin and made your way out.

But not before pausing at the doorway, a bite already taken out of one donut as you looked down at the food in your hand. You took another bite and threw both away, making your way to your classroom before the kids got there.

You got to the classroom a good twenty minutes early, dropping your bag onto the desk with a sigh. The hoodie you’d thrown on still felt too heavy, too obvious, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. The two bites of the donut you’d managed to eat sat like a stone in your stomach.

You busied yourself setting up for the day, pulling worksheets out of your bag and lining them up on the desk. It wasn’t much, but focusing on something, anything, kept your mind from wandering too far down the spiral. The kids would be filing in soon, their chatter filling the space, and that would make it easier. It always did.

But for now, the silence was suffocating.

There was a soft knock on the doorframe, and you looked up, expecting one of the students. Instead, it was Ororo. She leaned casually against the frame, a warm, curious smile on her face.

“Morning, Y/N,” she greeted, stepping into the room. “You’re here early. Everything okay?”

You forced a smile, nodding as you shuffled a few papers around unnecessarily. “Yeah, just… wanted to get a head start. You know how Mondays are.”

Ororo tilted her head, clearly unconvinced but kind enough not to push. “If you say so,” she said, her tone light but probing. Her gaze swept over you, lingering for just a second on the oversized hoodie before she caught herself. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, ‘Ro.” You gave her another tight-lipped smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt.

She hesitated for a beat before nodding and stepping back into the hallway. As soon as she was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

The classroom slowly came to life as the students trickled in, their energy filling the room and pushing your thoughts to the background. By the time the lesson was underway, you were almost able to pretend nothing was wrong. Almost.

It wasn’t until later that day, during lunch, that it all came rushing back. The teachers’ lounge was unusually crowded, laughter and conversations bouncing off the walls. You slipped in quietly, grabbing a bottle of water and a granola bar from the counter before finding a corner to sit in.

From across the room, Logan caught your eye. He was leaning back in one of the chairs, arms crossed, but the second he saw you, his expression softened. He gave you a small nod—his way of checking in. You nodded back, offering a faint smile.

You didn’t miss the way his brow furrowed slightly, though, or the way his gaze lingered for just a moment too long before he turned back to his conversation with Scott. It wasn’t like Logan to hover or push, but you knew he noticed things. And he never let them go.

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After classes you went into the kitchen to put your mug in the sink from hours ago. Out of habit, you grabbed a few cookies Ororo had made yesterday before stopping yourself.

You stared at the cookies in your hand, your frown deepening as your dad’s words replayed in your mind like a broken record. Your stomach churned, and for a moment, you felt like throwing the cookies straight into the trash.

“What’d those cookies ever do to you, darlin’?” Logan’s voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze wasn’t accusing, just… observant.

You hesitated, gripping the cookies tighter. “Nothing,” you muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just… wasn’t really hungry.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, pushing off the doorframe to step into the kitchen. “Didn’t seem like you were thinkin’ about that a second ago,” he said, his tone teasing but gentle. “Something on your mind?”

You shook your head quickly, putting the cookies back on the plate. “Nope. Just tired. Long day.”

He didn’t look convinced. Logan had a way of reading you like an open book, and you hated it sometimes. Hated how hard it was to hide from him, even when you wanted to.

“Darlin’…” His voice was softer now, his hand reaching out to brush yours. “What’s goin’ on?”

You sighed, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. “It’s nothing, Logan. Seriously.”

He stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “Y/N, you know I don’t buy that. You’ve been off since we got back from your folks’ place.” His voice was low, steady. “Talk to me.”

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. The last thing you wanted was to unload all this on him. But the look in his eyes—genuine, steady, patient—made it impossible to deflect.

“It’s just… something my dad said,” you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening. “What’d he say?”

“It’s not a big deal—”

“Y/N.” His tone was firm, but not unkind. “What’d he say?”

You exhaled sharply, avoiding his gaze. “He… made a comment about my weight,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. “Said I’ve been eating too much mansion food.”

Logan’s expression darkened, his brows knitting together. “He said that?” His voice was low, dangerous. You nodded, still not looking at him. “That’s bullshit,” he muttered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“It’s not—he didn’t mean it like that,” you tried to defend weakly, though you weren’t sure why. “It’s just how he is. And, it’s not like he’s wrong either, I could lose some weight. I’m 5’7” and over 200 pounds, and sometimes my old pants don’t even go over my thighs or hips. And—”

Logan held up a hand, cutting you off gently but firmly. “Alright, stop. Just stop.” His voice was low, steady, but there was a protective edge to it. “First off, I don’t give a damn what your old pants fit like. And second, your dad? He’s got no right to talk to you like that. None.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Logan stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Nope. Not hearin’ it, Y/N. You’re sittin’ here pickin’ yourself apart ‘cause of some stupid thing he said, and that’s not fair. Not to you.”

“But he’s not wrong,” you muttered, looking away. “I mean, look at me. I’m—”

“Perfect,” Logan interrupted, his voice firm. “You’re perfect. And I don’t wanna hear you say otherwise.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re just saying that.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who just says things?” Logan shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Princess, I’m the last person to sugarcoat anything.”

You hesitated, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. Logan sighed, stepping closer and resting his hands lightly on your hips. “Y/N, you’re strong. You’re smart. And yeah, you’ve got curves—and I happen to like ‘em. A lot.”

Your face heated at his words, but Logan wasn’t done. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You think I’d be standin’ here, chasin’ after you, if I didn’t think you were incredible? Come on now.”

“I’m not fishing for compliments, Logan,” you said quietly, still not quite meeting his eyes.

“I know you’re not,” he replied. “But I’m givin’ ‘em anyway, ‘cause you need to hear it. And because it’s the damn truth.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite yourself. Logan grinned, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you. “There’s that smile,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Missed that.”

The knot in your chest loosened just a bit, and you let out a shaky sigh. “Thanks, Logan,” you murmured. “I just… I don’t feel like myself sometimes, you know?”

“I get it,” Logan said, his voice softer now. “We all got our crap to deal with. But you don’t gotta deal with it alone. Not when I’m here.”

You gave him a small nod, the corners of your mouth twitching upward. Logan’s smirk returned, and his hands slid from your hips to the curve of your thighs, his fingers grazing lightly. “Besides,” he said, his tone turning teasing, “you know what these thighs are for, right?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He grinned, his hands squeezing gently before lifting you up. “For my hands. Nothin’ else they need to do, far as I’m concerned.”

You yelped in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Logan! Put me down!”

“Nope,” he said, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Not until you stop talkin’ nonsense about yourself.”

You glared at him, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrayed your indignation. “I’m serious, Logan. I’m not exactly lightweight—”

“Good thing I’m not exactly weak,” he interrupted smoothly, his grin widening. “You think a couple extra pounds are gonna make me break a sweat? Sweetheart, I’ve fought Sentinels and lived to tell the tale. Trust me, I got this.”

You groaned, your hands tightening on his shoulders as he adjusted his grip, holding you securely. “This is ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is you thinkin’ you’re anything less than perfect,” Logan countered, his tone softening just a bit. “Now, you gonna stop beatin’ yourself up, or am I gonna have to carry you around all day until you do?”

“Logan, we’re in the kitchen,” you hissed, glancing toward the doorway. “What if someone walks in?”

“Let ‘em,” he said with a shrug. “Not like they don’t already know you’re my girl.” He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours. “Besides, anyone’s got a problem with me lovin’ on you? They can take it up with me.”

You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you like me anyway,” he teased, setting you down gently but keeping his hands on your hips. “Now, what do you say we grab those cookies and actually enjoy ‘em? ‘Ro made ‘em for us, after all.”

Your gaze flicked to the plate of cookies, and for a moment, doubt crept back in. But Logan’s steady hands on your hips and the unwavering warmth in his eyes grounded you. “Okay,” you said softly. “Let’s eat the cookies.”

“That’s my girl,” Logan said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the plate. He handed you one, grabbing one for himself, and took a big bite, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Damn, these are good. Think she’d notice if we finished the whole plate?”

You laughed, the sound lighter than it had felt all day. “Pretty sure she’d kill us.”

“Worth it,” he said with a smirk, taking another bite.

You rolled your eyes but bit into your cookie, letting the sweetness melt on your tongue. For the first time in what felt like days, the weight on your chest eased just a little.

And when Logan leaned in to steal a crumb from the corner of your mouth, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to protest.

[cowboycherry]

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ multifandom writer. if you request a character and give me a general idea of how they are, i will try my best to write them for you!

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— MY FANDOMS.

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johnny storm (fantastic four). eddie brock/venom (venom). peter parker (the amazing spider-man).

spider-man: across the spider-verse. —

miguel o’hara. hobie brown.

dc. —

clark kent (david corenswet).

twisters. —

tyler owens. kate carter. scott.

series !

the bear. —

carmen berzatto.

outer banks. —

rafe cameron.

stranger things. —

steve harrington. robin buckley. eddie munson. nancy wheeler. chrissy cunningham.

video games !

red dead redemption ii. —

arthur morgan.

call of duty. —

simon riley. könig.

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chris evans. sebastian stan. drew starkey. david corenswet.

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Working on a Logan/Wolverine x f!reader story. This story concentrates on a curvy female reader in the neurodivergent space with a lot of smut and a lot of heart. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged