#short Logan

[captainmaxatx]

5’3” Logan: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Wade: punch me in the stomach and kiss me when I keel over!

Wade: Stab me!

Wade: kick me in the shin! Tackle me!

Vanessa: just ask him to lean down?!

[stumped-on-bennington]

Im a short logan lover. Like short logan would be too cute.

Hes 5'3" and im 5'5", that extra 2 inches i have on him? Perfect for sneaking forehead kisses.

Like im going to hug him and hes going to get his face right in my neck and im going to rest my chin on his head.

And the pure strength and power he would have? Unbelievable. Like he would pin me to a wall with my hands probably right next to my head and it would still be so strong and unbreakable.

[bigimango]

Kurt teasing Logan while doing warm-ups just sounds so on brand for them

[mischievous-thunder]

Meanwhile Wade:

[betamash]

SHORT LOGAN

Short Logan.

Have a great day, folks.

[taintedmind6669]

Wade: *stroking Logan’s hair* you’re so tiny.

Logan: *sleepily* I could beat the shit out of you.

Wade: *lovingly* I know.

[humanharvest]

for the butch lovers

[x-fag]

its the height difference for me

[snuize]

If they actually had their comic height difference

[exhaustedalien]

bub

[resident-idiot-simp]

I love the idea of Deadpool just being so incredibly smart, but acting crazy enough people just think he's just a crazy person that gets very lucky.

Deadpool knows what he's doing, but everyone else assumes he's just a maniac who just has strokes of insane luck. But no it's all strategic and no one will ever know.

At least it's very hard to know because then you have to get close enough to realize that yes he's insane but he's also just that good.

Logan can't believe it at first but by God the man may have insane plans, but when thought through he would be damned if it wasn't tactically perfect.

People seem to forget or never know he was special forces and sometimes being a mercenary wasn't all about just being able to fight.

[moonyflesh]

🐾 Cat Scratches - [James “Logan” Howlett x Reader]

WARNINGS: lots of fluff, brief mention of neck kisses, some suggestive comments but nothing past PG

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine, MARVEL/X-MEN)

🐾 .*.. 🕯️

Logan laid comfortably on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your lower back and hips as he buried his face into your abdomen, the bare skin of your tummy visible just slightly underneath your sweater.

Lazily scrolling through your phone, splayed out across his bed with him on top of you, your fingers trailed over his upper shoulders, scratching the fabric of his white compression shirt, rubbing his sore muscles from a long day of training and battle practice.

As your fingers trailed upwards mindlessly on his back, your manicured nails finally reached the nape of his neck, teasing the edge of his hairline.

Scrolling down further through your instagram, you let out a soft sigh of content as your fingers finally buried into the hair on the back of his head, eliciting a low rumble from the back of his throat.

You perked up at this, glancing past the dimmed screen of your device, an eyebrow quirked upwards at his reaction.

“You alright, Lo?”

You muttered out, a small, curious smile tugging at your glossy lips, damp from your teeth gently biting at them out of unconscious habit.

“Mmmh,”

He responded in a low hum, leaning into your fingers as you smiled, a small, amused chuckle leaving your lips at his fingers that slid lower on your back, cupping the backs of your thighs with a slightly possessive grip.

You felt a soft, warm press of his chapped lips against your stomach, just above your panty line, and a small laugh left your lips as he buried his nose further into you, inhaling without hesitation. In response, your legs opened slightly underneath him, wrapping them around his broad midsection with a light squeeze.

Preferring the man in front of you opposed to the celebrities on your phone, you dropped it at your side, letting it become lost in the fluffy, unkept sheets next to your form as both your hands wrapped around his head, burying your fingers into his scalp.

A low, animalistic-like growl left his lips as you scratched through his hair, meeting the place behind his ears, where you knew he was most sensitive.

Tracing over the area where his jaw connected to his ear and neck, you let out a low hum in response, tilting your head propped up on one of his pillows to the side, your eyebrows knitting together lightly in curiosity at his pleasant reactions.

“Feels good, bub. Right- mmh. There.”

Your eyes narrowed at his borderline inappropriate hum, and you nodded, wordlessly continuing to scrape through his fluffy, unkept hair.

“I didn’t take you for a cat, Logan,” You teased quietly, a small vibration leaving your own form, similar to that of the buzz of an old stereo.

“Don’t mock me, sweetheart. Can’t help it,”

He shot back, his furry eyebrows knitting together as he finally shifted, pulling himself up further, allowing his face to move from your stomach to your collarbone, trying desperately not to go full deadweight on you, knowing he’d crush your frail form.

“Plus, ever since you got yer nails done-”

He didn’t finish his sentence as you raked through his head of hair once more, pushing his face into the warm skin of your exposed neck, muffling any protest from him.

“Stop talking, James. Sleep.”

You effectively hushed him, a small smile pulling at your face as he grumbled out something along the lines of ‘mm. Whatever,’ and ‘fine.’

You felt him pepper a few hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth teasingly biting down on your exposed shoulder, before lapping at the new mark with his tongue, admiring his work with your taste.

“G’night, bub.”

You smiled at his subtle acceptance to your demand, your fingers frozen in his fluffy hair and partially in his long side shaves, nodding.

“Goodnight, kitty.”

[pandapetals]

Everyone Knows

You and Logan are secretly dating...expect everyone knows.

logan howlett x fem!reader - secretly dating, established relationship, short one shot, kissing, getting caught, no y/n used, no reader description

Logan had you pressed against the wall, his lips moving with an urgency that made your pulse race. His fingers dug into your waist, his mouth exploring yours with a hunger that had your knees weakening. “God, gorgeous,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough, “you really know how to rile me up.”

“Logan…” you whispered, breathless, a mix of excitement and nerves threading through you as you listened for footsteps.

“Yeah, say my name,” he murmured, his words a rumble against your lips, his hands slipping lower as he kissed you deeper, clearly unconcerned with the risk of getting caught.

“Logan,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, a bit more stern this time. “As much as I’m into this, we really can’t get caught.”

He smirked, brushing a stray hair from your face. “We won’t,” he murmured, though you’d both had a few close calls by now.

Like the time Scott had almost walked in on the two of you in the garage, your hands tangled in Logan’s hair as he pulled you onto his lap in the driver’s seat of one of Xavier’s old cars. You’d barely had time to straighten up before Scott’s shadow crossed the windshield, his eyebrows raised as he glanced between you and Logan, looking suspicious but thankfully saying nothing.

Or the morning in the kitchen, when you’d thought you were alone with Logan, his arms around you as you leaned against the counter, only to hear Ororo clearing her throat from the doorway. You’d practically jumped out of his embrace, plastering on an innocent smile while she gave you both a knowing look.

Then there was Wade, who wasn’t subtle about anything. He’d caught you once, Logan’s hand lingering a bit too long on your back as you walked past him in the hallway. Wade’s eyes had narrowed, his mouth opening in preparation for one of his endless wisecracks before Logan shot him a glare that had him promptly backing down.

But despite all the close calls, you and Logan managed to keep your relationship under wraps—until now.

Logan’s mouth curved into a smirk, clearly unwilling to hold back as his lips captured yours again. Just as he pressed you further into the wall, the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat made both of you freeze.

You looked up, and there stood Jean, Scott, and Kurt, each one of them looking both amused and exasperated.

Scott shook his head, his expression a mix of bemusement and exasperation. “Thought we wouldn’t notice, huh?”

Kurt grinned, nudging Jean, who chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she gave you both an appraising look. “We’ve known for ages.”

Logan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “Guess we didn’t hide it as well as we thought.”

Jean shot you a smirk. “Not even close.”

[dilf-rot]

Imagine Logan taking you home after a night out.

Your feet ache from dancing and you can hardly muster the strength to get out of the truck. He carries you bridal style into the house and up to your bed.

Ignoring your drunken advances and kissing you softly, whispering, Not tonight baby, and tucking you in.

Watching over you as you fall asleep, before falling asleep next to you.

In the morning he brings you a water and any hangover cure you could ask for.

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

Because when these freaks are gentle their emotional floodgates open

[z0mbyw00f]

every time someone makes wolverine transgender an angel gets it's wings