#xmen x chubby reader

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Mirrors

Logan x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: You’ve never liked the way you look in mirrors but Logan does and he takes it upon himself to show you just how much he likes your curves. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: some swearing, smut ensues ;)

Masterlist 

Today was just a bad day for you. You weren't feeling nearly half as confident as usual, finding and picking out more and more flaws with yourself as the day went on. Nobody had said anything to you but it didn’t stop your mind from wandering into it’s own dark spiral of self-loathing. It had started after you were getting dressed in the morning, choosing a tank top and a loose, flowing maxi skirt to try to combat the warmer summer days coming in. You’d seen your reflection as you passed your mirror to leave your room for the day and you caught sight of the stretch marks on your arms. To anyone just passing by, they weren’t very noticeable, but you knew they were there and your brain was telling you that they were incredibly obvious and were standing out. 

Had you not been running a little behind, you would’ve opted to change your outfit into something with sleeves to comfort yourself but alas, you didn’t have time and just had to make do with what you originally chose. After your first class of the day teaching mathematics, you had a small break between your next lesson which had you going for a little walk in the gardens. Lots of children were running around and playing together, making you laugh and smile along with them. You’d walked by Storm and her class outside sitting on the grass. Storm was stood in front of a large whiteboard she’d no doubt wheeled outside to enjoy the nice weather. Your eyes took in her outfit which was incredibly similar to your own. You couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt didn’t curve out over a stomach she didn’t have, it didn’t show off her hip dips and she had it riding low enough her bellybutton was on show. With a quick glance down, you suddenly felt rather exposed, which was a little silly considering you were almost completely covered up. Your loose skirt suddenly felt very tight, like it was pulling at your curves to show everyone just how much bigger you were than other women.

The desire to run away and hide yourself was suddenly overwhelming. Before you could leave unnoticed, Storm had spotted you as she was turning back to face her class, giving you a friendly smile and a small wave, unknowingly encouraging her students to do the same. You forced a smile and gave a small wave back before making quick work of turning around and hurrying back inside but not too quickly as you didn’t want any more eyes on you than you had already. 

You spent the rest of your day inside, not wanting to leave the safety of your classroom, despite having a few more little breaks between classes. Thankfully, it was the end of your last class of the day and you would be able to return to the sanctuary of your bedroom soon enough. You had to force yourself to wait until the last student left the room before hightailing it straight to your room. As you walked, you became more and more aware of the feeling of your own body. You grew more conscious of the way your thighs were rubbing together, the way you could see your stomach squishing against itself as you walked up the stairs, the way your arms jiggled ever so slightly as they swung by your side. It was all becoming too much for you and you had to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down once you were finally in your own room, leaning against your closed door. 

Not wasting another moment, you shredded your clothes off, leaving you in your bra and panties, standing in front of your mirror, looking at yourself with disdain and sadness in your eyes. You scoffed at your reflection and placed your hands at your stomach, trying to smooth the skin out as though it was clay you could sculpt into your desired shape. You turned to your side and tried to suck in your belly but it didn’t make much of a difference. You thought about Storm and how perfect she looked in her similar outfit today. You thought of Jean and how naturally gorgeous she was as well. Hell, most of the kids were in better shape than you, but you knew it was ridiculous to compare yourself to a child. 

Just as your eyes were beginning to fill up with tears, you heard a knock at the door, “Babe, you in here?” Logan’s gruff voice filled the silence of the room. Your eyes widened, shit, you didn’t want him to see you like this. You had been dating for the past couple months but you two hadn’t been intimate or anything yet. Not for his lack of wanting, it was you who kept finding excuses not to let him see you like that. Your mind just kept trying to convince you his feelings weren’t real, that there was no way a guy as hot as Logan was really interested in you. But he was and he wasn’t going to let your own self-doubts push him away. 

Realising you hadn’t answered him yet, you spluttered out, “Uh, y-yeah gimme a sec, I’m just changing!” You cursed under your breath as your voice shook, a clear indicator of your sadness. “(Y/N)? You okay?” You made a move to grab some more clothes out of your wardrobe before you opened the door for him but Logan was much too impatient to wait. At the sound of the door clicking open, you cursed yourself for not locking the damn thing, a shrill “Wait!” left your mouth as Logan burst inside. You awkwardly stood there in your underwear, trying to cover yourself as much as possible with your arms. God, you probably looked a right mess, he definitely wouldn’t want anything to do with you now would he?

You looked down at the floor and bit your lip, waiting for him to say something, anything. Silence was all that followed and you couldn’t take it, the tension growing so thick it was hard to breathe. A glance up at Logan’s face had you swallowing at the expression on his face. He looked like a hungry bear who’d just found his next meal. You felt very self conscious the way he was looking you up and down, “Can you turn around so I can put some clothes on?” Your voice shook once more as the lump in your throat returned and you wanted nothing more than to be able to steal Kitty’s powers right now and fall right through the goddamn floor. It would be better than the unbearable silence in the room. 

Logan couldn’t help but stare at you when he saw you standing there, even trying (and failing) to cover yourself up, he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. While he had no issues with waiting until you were ready for intimacy, he was still a man and he had needs. Needs that had been neglected for too long and looking at your sinful curves were bringing them all back to the surface. It was taking everything in him to not take the three steps towards you and pull you into his arms to ravish you. He barely registered the words you said but the shaking in your voice again had his full attention. You were upset. 

His eyes locked onto yours and he was able to see the glazed look of unshed tears welling up in them. Shit. He wasn’t the best at comforting people but the way you looked so vulnerable looking at him, it felt like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He wasted no more time in stepping closer to you, gently holding your arms and leaning his head down to look you in the eyes, “What’s wrong? Has something happened? Did I do something?” You scoffed and looked down at the floor once again, not baring the idea of looking at his face when he realised how silly you were being. 

“No, nothing like that. I’m just...feeling a little...self-conscious.” Logan raised a brow at you. Self-conscious? What were you talking about, you were so fucking sexy. Logan furrowed his brows in confusion, “Huh? You’re beautiful what are you talking about?” You scoffed out a laugh, “Yeah right, look at me. I’m huge! I don’t see why you’re even interested in me, I’m like twice the size of Storm or Jean... you could do so much better than me.” 

You saw Logan stand up straight in your peripheral vision and you gathered the courage to look him in the eyes. He was giving you an unreadable look, it was making you feel awkward. Not that you could feel anymore awkward as you were still standing in your underwear and he was very much fully clothed and not saying much about your exposed body. Logan turned you around so that you were facing your mirror and he was standing behind you. His hands came up to place your own arms by your side so he could put his hands on your waist. You tried to cover yourself back up but a rough grunt of Logan’s disapproval stopped you, and surprisingly sparked a warm feeling in your abdomen. 

You looked away from the mirror, your voice barely audible, “What are you doing?” Logan leaned down to brush his nose against your exposed neck, breathing in your scent. You always smelled like honey and pine, it was a strange combination but it was so unique and so distinctly you. He loved it. It made him think of the woods, of being in nature and it brought himself a sense of calm whenever he was around you. The feeling of his beard brushing against your sensitive skin forced a gasp from your lips, your hand reaching up to cover over his own holding you at your waist. 

“I’m showing you just how damn sexy you are, now look,” Logan gently but firmly grasped your chin and turned your head to look back towards the mirror and you had to admit you liked the way he towered over you, making you feel small for once in your life. You stubbornly shook your head, “I wouldn’t say sexy..” Logan huffed, “Yeah? Then why am I so goddamn hard just lookin’ at you baby.” His hands held a firm grip on you as he ground against you, making you feel his erection rubbing on your ass. You bit your lip as your head leaned back on Logan’s shoulder. Logan pressed kisses along your neck, “You feel that, huh? You’re so damn beautiful all I’m thinking about is pushing you down on this bed and going all night long til you can’t think of anything but my name.” 

Logan’s deep voice, the dirty talk, the way his hands were roaming over your soft skin. It had your thighs clenching together in a pathetic attempt to appease the ache that had grown in your core. In a sudden burst of confidence fuelled by lust, you turned around to face Logan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “So do it then, show me how bad you want me.” The predatory grin on Logan’s face almost had you changing your mind. Almost. You couldn’t remember anyone looking at you the way he was right now. How was it that with one look he could make you feel so wanted, so beautiful, so desirable. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

You gasped as he picked you up with ease and spun the two of you around to head towards your bed. Your hands clutched onto Logan’s shoulders and in his hair, holding him close as if he would dare to let you fall. He continued to kiss and suck at your neck as he walked, not even stopping when he bent down to lay you on the bed. He crawled onto the bed with you, wedging himself between your legs. His own body covering you like a blanket, a very chiselled blanket mind you. 

Your hands came up to grab at his shirt, “Seems unfair that I’m the only one in my underwear here.” Without even a second passing, Logan leaned back just enough to take his shirt off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way your eyes raked over his body, but who could blame you? Logan was practically your wet dream come to life, he was handsome, muscular and with a deep voice that liked to say all the right things. You didn’t know how you got so lucky. You wasted no time placing your hands on his chest, he was always so warm and you could almost feel his muscles rippling under the skin. You chewed on your bottom lip, a replacement to satiate your desire to bite him instead. 

Logan pressed his face against your chest, his hands coming up either side to grab at your breasts, a sharp moan echoing out your throat, your mouth opening into a silent gasp as his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples, the fabric of your bra doing nothing to stifle the sensation. Logan loved seeing you like this, laid out like a good girl for him. But it wasn’t enough, he needed to see more of you, needed to feel more of you. He wanted to have you crying out for him, wanted to make you a mess. His right hand wiggled underneath your back, hunting for your bra clasp, and popping it open with little effort. You didn’t need to be told to arch your back to help him take it off you, wanting nothing more than to feel Logan’s hands on you without anything in the way this time.

Logan skipped using his hands first, his mouth coming down to kiss and suck at your breasts. Your hands came up to tangle themselves in his hair once again, “Oh god, Logan,” “That’s it sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” You were only too aware of his hand slowly making it’s way down your curvy form, going over your hips and down between your legs to cup your pussy over your panties. You jolted a little in surprise but it quickly melted into pleasure as he pushed the thin fabric to the side to be able to slide a finger between your lower lips. Your hands gripped his hair tighter as his finger circled your clit, emitting a deep groan from him and a mumbled, “there it is,” against your chest. 

There was no shame as your spread your legs wider for him, wanting nothing more than for him to quell the rising need inside of you. “Logan,” you whined, “please.” He chuckled against your chest, swiping his tongue over your nipple to steal another moan from you. “You look so pretty like this, maybe I wanna take my time.” Your mouth opened to protest but nothing came out apart from a long moan as Logan pushed two fingers inside of you. His mouth claimed yours, taking advantage of your open mouth to enter his tongue. Your hips rocked against his fingers, hands grasping over his shoulders, down his biceps, over his back. Anything to try and pull him closer to you. Your hands came up to his jaw, holding his face as you kissed him back, his mouth swallowing all of your noises. You pulled back reluctantly to take a breath of air, filling your lungs and letting out another moan as he slid another finger in your drenched pussy. 

“So fucking tight, wonder how you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock.” His words only made you wetter and your face flushed a bright red as you knew he could feel it, the wet sounds filling the silence in the room. “You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you baby, you want it so bad.” “Oh fuck yes, Logan please! I need you.” That was enough to break Logan’s patience. He was desperate for you as well, he was just a lot better at composing himself. Not that he wanted you to hold back, no he loved how responsive you were to him. 

In a speed that would make Peter proud, he shed off his trousers and boxers, as well as your panties before getting back on his knees between your legs. Your chest heaved and your face was flushed as you looked down at his hand stroking himself. You felt like drooling he was so sexy, you wished you had an eidetic memory because this was an image you never wanted to forget. You felt the head of his cock rub over your pussy, soaking itself in your juices before lining up. Your eyes closed as he started to push forward but he quickly stopped. His left hand came up to grab your face, making you open your eyes, “I want to see you when you take it,” God this man would be the death of you. It felt like everything he said had you on the edge of orgasm. You locked eyes with him despite feeling a little self conscious with how intensely he was looking at you but all the negative thoughts flew away as he slowly pushed inside. It was a struggle not to close your eyes, your face contorting into an expression of pure pleasure as he filled you. Logan let out a deep moan of his own, “So fucking tight, knew you’d feel so good, like you were made for me.” 

You couldn’t help throwing your head back, your back arching as he bottomed out. You had never felt this full before, none of your past lovers had even come close to making you feel like this and Logan had barely started. He leaned down over you, taking your hands in his and pressing them into the bed on each side of your head. “That feel good huh? You like being stretched out on my cock don’t ya.” You tried to respond but all you could manage was a strangled moan as he started to move his hips at a torturously slow place. “F-fuck,” was the most you could manage to say but that was still too much for Logan’s liking, it was obvious he hadn’t turned your brain into mush yet. 

Intertwining his fingers with your own and curling around your hands gave him enough balance to start moving his hips faster, forcing a loud moan out of you. You tried to be quiet but it was hard when each thrust made you want to scream. “Come on baby, I know you can take it, yeah that’s it, that’s my good girl.” God, you weren’t sure you could handle much more, your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your back was arched up against Logan’s chest, writhing underneath him, your hands clenched tight around his own. You were desperate for him. You wanted more. You needed more. You didn’t think you would ever have enough of him. You tried to say something back, wanting to tease him the same as he was doing to you but all you could do was choke out a sob as you reached closer and closer towards your climax. 

Logan knew you were close, he could hear your heart rate getting faster. He heard the way your breath was stalling as you were trying to focus on the sensation of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you. He felt the grip on his hands tighten to the point your knuckles were turning white. He had to hold back his own moans as he looked down at you, you were so fucking sexy like this. His eyes didn’t leave your face for a moment, speeding up his movements until you locked your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside as you cried out. He shuddered in pleasure, feeling your walls squeezing him just that little bit too tight. You were so perfect, he knew he’d have trouble staying away from you from his first glance in your direction. Your chest heaved as you panted, trying to catch your breath after such an intense orgasm. 

Logan slowly started to move again, a small grin twisting onto his lips as you moaned, the sensitivity starting to settle in. Your eyes fluttered open at him, “Oh, my, god, that was amazing Logan.” You managed to get out between breaths, “I believe you think I’m sexy now,” you gave him a small laugh as you wriggled your hands out from underneath his to wipe your hair away from your sweat-drenched forehead. You placed your hand on the back of Logan’s neck, pulling him down to you to kiss him. He was only too eager to oblige to your wordless request, easily dominating the kiss and leaving you gasping for air once more. “Good, but I’m not finished showing you yet sweetheart, like I said, I don’t wanna stop til you can’t think of anything but my name. And you’re doing an awful lot of talking bub.” Your eyes widened and you yelped as Logan made quick work of flipping you over onto your knees, your chest pressed into the bed as he re-entered you. 

He made good on his word and the two of you didn’t stop until the early hours of the morning just before the sun started to rise. Both of you slept naked in each other’s embrace, your head resting on Logan’s chest and you wondered if being self-conscious was such a bad thing if it meant you were gonna get fucked like that afterwards. 

[chrisisvbun]

logan howlett x chubby!fem!reader.

Imagine Logan but like Logan in X-Men 1, swooning around Jean until she has a mission, so he actually starts to check the mansion around.

And, oh, he almost wants to kill himself when he sees you, the phycology teacher.

You are simply soft, you wear your cute outfits, a lot of 2000s fashion, your chubby belly squeezed in your clothes, making you look like a damn tease for him, so freaking turned on and with the feral need to nibble at your hips violently.

He almost wants to rip your flesh, like when you see a really cute puppy. You are not just cute. I mean, you are pretty cute, yeah, but you are hot, like fucking burning hot.

When Jean comes back from her mission, he sees Logan following you around like a lost puppy, and she thinks that was gonna stop after a few days, but it didn't, he was all over you all the time.

And with you, he discovered what Jean didn't give him and he craved. Jean only gave him some glances that didn't lead to anything, some flirty comments that died after being said. But you? You did all that with him and actually approached, actually tried back, it was clearly mutual, and how it always had to be. Two grown-ups flirting with each other's type.

And oh, Logan was weak for a woman like you, he would tattoo the face you put the first time he lifted you, you squealed and giggled around him.

And if you are a tall woman, he loves seeing you in heels, being as tall as him, and how his hands reach your ass comfortably. And of course, he loves the moment when you can't barely walk and he gets to lift you bridal style.

He is simply obsessed, and can't believe he didn't meet you before because he was all around Jean, so he cherished every second he spent with you.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dimlylittorch]

my mind is just bee bopping around at this point- my one brain cell is pinging between arcane, cod and marvel.

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!virgin!chubby!pre-op!transmasc!reader (if you can’t tell this is a niche that only fits me atp😭)

small synopsis: have you really lived if you haven’t had boy pussy before? - me to logan (this ended up being WAY sweeter than i expected?? like i was squealing while writing it) (8.6k+ words)

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, pretty soft sex, words like cunt, clit, pussy, etc.

Only having recently joined the x-men, it had been a bit of a struggle trying to meet everyone and keep all of their names and powers straight. But there was one man you simply could not forget. Logan Howlett. The Wolverine. The sexy old man that smoked 5 cigars a day and gave zero fucks. Unfortunately, this qualifies perfectly as your type. He says daddy issues, you say yes sir.

Your mutation was on the more tame side of things. You wouldn’t be sent out on missions, but you still helped to keep the mansion running. You did just about anything someone asked of you, always eager and happy to help. That was one of the first things Logan noticed about you. You always had a smile on your face. And when you didn’t, it was only because you were focused. The second someone spoke to you, a smile quickly formed. The thing about it that really got to him? The fact that the smile was real. It wasn’t a courtesy smile. It never felt forced or fake.

The first interaction the two of you had left both of you ever so slightly flustered. Scott had been giving you a tour and as the two of you passed by Logan, he grabbed Logan by the shoulder and told him to say hi to you. He rolled his eyes at Scott, but when he looked down at you he felt something.. shift. He couldn’t quite place it. When your eyes met his you quickly smiled, reaching out your hand to him.

“I take it you’re the Mr. Howlett I hear so much about?” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He’d scoffed internally when he heard your words. But it was quickly followed by a fluttering of his heart- when he realized you were serious. You were being polite. That he wasn’t used to.

“Logan.” He said simply as he took your hand to shake it before slipping his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Before you could say much of anything else, Scott started to guide you away down the hallway to continue with the tour. You and Logan’s eyes lingered on each other for a few moments before you finally broke away, following Scott’s lead down the hallway. Logan had huffed as he watched you walk away before turning away himself. He only made it a few feet down the hallway before his mutant hearing picked up your words to Scott.

“No one told me he was gorgeous” you laughed playfully as you weakly hit Scott’s arm, making him laugh. Your words made Logan freeze for a moment, quickly looking over his shoulder to see you and Scott turning the corner.

Ever since then? He could barely get you out of his head. Especially since your loud yet gentle laugh was ringing through his ears any time you were in the same building. How could anyone laugh so much? He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his whole life as you do in a week. His eyes always found your soft form, trailing along your body with interest. The two of you were complete opposites in his mind. Where he was hard, you were soft. Where he was rude, you were kind. You were everything he never thought he’d be. And of course, you felt the same way about him.

He’d started to memorize your routine whether it be intentionally or not. He always knew around what time you’d go eat lunch, or what time he’d see you chatting with Charles. He felt like he was going crazy at this point.. he was never one to obsess over someone. Not like this. There were small moments when the two of you would get to talk. It was a rarity, the two of you being completely alone. One he appreciated more than you knew.

The team had just gotten home from a long mission, Logan being one of them. It was the middle of the night when they arrived back at the mansion, and there you stood in sweatpants a sweatshirt and shoes, your hair ruffled, ready to help wherever help was needed. He had to admit- you were always a sight for sore eyes. But seeing you like this? All soft and cozy? It did something to him.

With your arms crossed over your chest you walked up to the ramp of the ship, eyes quickly scanning over everyone that got off. Pretty much everyone was unscathed, only a few with minor injuries which were quickly moved to medical. Logan was the last to leave the ship, wanting to ensure he at least got a chance to talk with you. When your gaze shifts to Logan as he walks down the ramp, a tired smile forms on your face.

“There he is” you say affectionately, as if talking to a beloved pet walking into a room to come see you. “You okay?” You ask softly as you glance over his tall form.

A small smirk forms at the corner of his lips at your words, nodding as he steps down. “Healing factor, remember?” He mutters.

Scoffing with a small smile, you shake your head with amusement. “Just because you can heal from every cut and bruise doesn’t mean you’re okay.” You say softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair slightly. “I know you’re all big and bad..” you say gently as you pull your hand away as soon as you’d touched him, as if catching yourself. “But if you ever need to talk after missions- or in general.. I’m here, yeah?”

He felt his heart skip a beat when you touched his hair. Christ, you’d hardly ever touched before. He couldn’t get over how nice it felt. “Yeah.” He repeats. “Cmon.. let’s get you back to bed.” He muses as his eyes glance over your attire once again, making you laugh softly.

As he walked you back inside, he saw how your arms were crossed over your chest and his eyebrow quirked. “You cold?” He questions.

Looking up at him and then following his gaze down to your arms, you chuckle softly. “No, no, I’m fine” you smile. “I just forgot my binder is all. When I heard you guys land I just threw some clothes on.. silly me.”

He stares down at you for a moment before he speaks again. “Binder?” He questions faintly.

Oh. Right. While he had lived a long time, you didn’t really know of any other trans mutants in the mansion.. it didn’t surprise you he didn’t know what a binder was. “Oh- sorry.” You chuckle. “It’s.. kind of like a bra. But for guys.” You say softly, hoping it was an answer enough without having to get into the whole transgender conversation at 2am.

Once you both went your respective ways, he showered and then got into bed. Opening his phone, he couldn’t help but look up the term. Binder. As he read, his eyebrows raised slightly. ‘Often worn by transgender individuals, transitioning from female to male.’ Well.. that answered a few of his questions. It made sense- you did have a bit of a higher pitched voice. He’d always just chalked it up to you being a feminine gay guy or something like that. But hey, Logan doesn’t mind. He’s too tired to give a fuck about what people want to do with their bodies, or how they want to live. If you said you were a guy.. well. You’re a guy. He was a simple man. And it seemed simple enough to him.

Your interactions grew more common, especially since he tried to make himself available to you whenever possible. He didn’t want to seem too eager by starting conversation- but he knew that if you saw him you would always walk up to him and say hi. You already had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it.

Eventually, a mission does come along that you are sent out on. It’s fairly routine, but it’s more of an inside job this go around. Someone will need to be behind the scenes who is easily able to handle multiple things at once- and that’s something you had always been good at. Finally pulling your X-Men suit out of the closet was something you hadn’t expected. But it was nice to finally feel like part of the team.

Of course, Logan didn’t know until last minute you’d be coming along for this mission. He had a tendency to skip the briefings, thinking he would be just fine ‘in the moment’. So imagine the look on his face when he walks into the loading bay, seeing you in your tight leather uniform. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in something that fitted- maybe a turtle neck or leggings at best. But even then, you tended to lean towards baggier clothing.

Whenever you see Logan walk over in his matching suit, you can’t help but grin and walk over to him. “Hey- look” you chuckle softly, glancing down between the two of you. “We’re all matchy-matchy.”

He huffs at your words, but in reality he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The idea of something so soft being under that leather.. it did something to him. “Didn’t know you were coming with us.” He murmurs.

You smile softly, slipping your hands into your pockets. “Yeah.. they just needed someone for background work- nothing crazy.” You say sweetly. “Yknow- I didn’t really think black was my color” you muse as you glance down at yourself. “But I kind of like it. What do you think?” You grin as you do a little turn so he could see all of you.

He groaned internally when he saw the way the leather fit you, but he made sure to stay quiet. A smirk forms over his lips, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Yeah, kid. You look cute.” He murmurs.

You practically feel your face flush at his words, but you smile wider hoping he’ll contribute it to you straining your cheeks. “Thanks Lo” you say sweetly like always. “Hey.. can I sit next to you on the ride there? I don’t know if anyone else would want to talk to me” you chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiles softly when he sees your face flush, and nods. “Sure thing, kid.”

The mission was going smoothly, everything according to plan. There was only one problem. Due to some unforeseen circumstances.. you and Logan are stuck in some shitty motel room together. The mission was going to take longer than they had planned for, so they decided they needed to put you in a more semi-permanent spot for the time being. It needed to be inconspicuous, so a motel seemed reasonable. And of course, they didn’t want you without protection. So Logan volunteered was assigned to stay with you.

Walking into the motel with your bags in hand, you sigh when you see how cramped the space is. A bed and a bathroom.. that was about it. Getting a two bedroom would’ve been too conspicuous at least that’s what Logan convinced you of. Logan closes the door behind the two of you, locking the door and propping a chair underneath the handle as an extra precaution. Setting your bags down on the one table in the room, you look around with tired eyes before sitting in one of the crappy chairs.

“Sorry you’re stuck babysitting” you mutter as you rub your face tiredly.

Logan looks over at you with a small smirk as he checks and makes sure no where is bugged. “Don’t worry about that.” He shrugs. “I’m glad to have a little vacation here and there.”

Looking up at him with a soft gaze, you rest your chin in your hand as you watch his form and how it flexes as he moves. “Still.” You murmur. “It won’t be all that fun.. they just have me on my computer most of the time.”

Walking over to sit in the chair adjacent to your own, Logan sighs as he sits down. “I’m just glad I’m not stuck with someone who annoys me.” He mutters.

Before you can stop yourself, one of your usual snippy remarks slips past your lips. “Wish I could say the same” you murmured with a small smirk on your face. When he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you beam at him. “I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Logan scoffs with a small smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and faking a pout. “I don’t know.. you hurt my feelings pretty bad.” He says through a playful smirk.

Rolling your eyes you stand up, walking in front of his chair and leaning down slightly. Gently cupping his chin, you pull him forward so your faces are only a few inches away. “I’m very, truly sorry.” You say softly with a smile. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Logan’s breath hitches as he gazes up at you, his smile fading and his mouth open slightly. His eyes flit over your smile, your nose, your eyes.. god he could look at you forever.

Gazing down at him, you smile falters when his does. You feel your heart speed up when you realize how he’s looking at you. And you can’t help but stare back. Looking into his hazel eyes.. christ. He really was gorgeous.

Time stands still as the two of you look at each other, taking in every facial feature you can, committing it to memory. After a few seconds your thumb gently shifts, tracing over his beard. Your eyes shift down to his beard, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. To Logan, you looked so.. absorbed. Focused on everything that was him. Meanwhile he couldn’t help but stare up at you dumbly, watching your eyes shift to different features of his face.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.” You whisper softly, and your voice rings in his ears. Did you have any idea what you were doing to him? He’d never felt frozen before. Not like this. He was too scared to move. Scared this moment would end and he’d never feel your touch again.

Logan swallows roughly, his hand tentatively reaching up to hold your hand against his face. After a small moment he turns his head slightly, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand as his thumb strokes along your hand. “Don’t look at me like that.” He pleads roughly as he looks up at you, holding your hand against his cheek once again.

When his lips touched your palm, you felt a jolt flow through you, shocking your system. When was the last time someone kissed you? Let alone in such a sweet way. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? As you look down at him, you feel your heart skip a beat. And your brain finally starts to snap out of it. Any confidence you had is draining away.. when you realize how real this is.. you feel like you’re frozen in place.

When Logan senses your demeanor shift, he knows it’s now or never. A soft thing like you might scurry away, and he’d have to work so hard just to get close to you again. Before he can stop himself, he stands up and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close against him to keep you from falling backwards. His lips meet your own in a deep yet gentle kiss.. one that conveys his want, but gives you plenty of space to stop.

Your brain goes fuzzy when he stands up to tower over you, and you practically short circuit when his lips meet your own. His lips press against your own repeatedly, but it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. When it clicks, your body naturally responds, your lips pressing back against his. He groans appreciatively when your arms slip around his neck to pull him down closer to you, and you can feel how his back muscles flex from such a simple action. It drives you wild.. knowing he was so strong- but chose to be soft with you.

Your lips gently shift away from his own, moving to kiss the corner of his lips, pulling a faint growl from him. Your fingers slip into his hair to calm him as your lips move along his jaw line, pressing tender kisses along his beard. Logan holds onto you tighter, one of his hands shifting down onto your ass. When your breath hitches simply from his touch, he can’t help but bury his face against the crook of your neck and smile against your skin.

“Who do you think you are..” he whispers playfully as he kisses along your neck. “Calling me pretty and thinking you can get away with it.” He teases.

Before he can go any farther, he feels your palm cup his bulge forming in his jeans and he tenses in your hold as your lips press against the shell of his ear. “You’re beautiful.” You whisper against his skin, your tone soft enough to make his heart stop. It was the most genuine thing he’d ever heard.

He lets out a shaky breath against your skin, trying to gather himself.. but he was falling apart at the seams. “You’re going to kill me one of these days..” He replies weakly.

The two of you stand still for a few moments, both taking shaky breaths as you hold each other close. “I have so many things to say” you whisper weakly through ragged breaths as you continue to palm his erection.

Logan groans from your touch, placing faint kisses along your jaw. “Tell me.” He whispers back.

“I need you.”

And that.. that was what broke Logan. Before you can say anything else, Logan is pinning you down on the motel bed, his hulking form lying over your own. He slipped his hands into your own, pinning your hands up next to your head as he nips slightly at your jaw. “More.” He murmurs softly.

Letting your head fall back against the mattress, you let out quick, shaky breaths. “I can’t help but stare at you” your soft voice confesses weakly. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Logan groans at your words, kissing along the column of your throat, making your back arch. “Again.” He growls slightly as he pulls his hands away from your own, pulling your shirt up so he can see your stomach.

As your face flushes heavily, you use your arm to cover your eyes slightly, trying to aid the pain of being so flustered. “I wish I was an artist.” You admit softly. “I’d paint you.. sketch you- I’d do anything to see all of you.”

Sucking gentle hickeys into the fat of your stomach, his hand pushes up the tight fabric of your binder to reveal your chest. “Fuck..” he chokes out as he reaches out to grab your breast, feeling the fatty flesh under his palm. “I’ve got.. the prettiest boy in the world” he says weakly. “Right under my palm.”

“L-Logan-“ you cry out faintly, your body arching into his touch. You never thought you’d be this sensitive.. but it was like every nerve that came into contact with him was set on fire.

Before you can say anything else, he pulls you up to pull your shirt and binder off, tossing them aside. Gently laying you back down, he shifts onto his knees as his lips meet your breasts, his tongue gently swirling along your nipples. He pulls away for a moment with ragged breath. “Keep talking” he orders softly. “Keep being sweet to me.”

When you look down at him and your eyes meet, it feels like all of the air has been knocked out of your lungs. God he looked ethereal like this. While Logan keeps eye contact, he tweaks one of your nipples with his hand while his lips wrapped around the other one sweetly. Throwing your head back once more, you struggle to gather your breath. “I- I think about you- at night” you gasp out as his mouth shifts downcast, along the plush of your stomach until he reaches your pants. “I fall asleep- t-to the thought of you” you confess weakly.

As Logan makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off of you, you can hear how his breath catches at your words. “I know.” He says through ragged breaths. “I can hear you.. every time you say my name. Whether it be when you’re touching yourself or dreaming..” he murmurs lowly as he pulls your briefs down. “I always hear it.”

Logan feels how you tense when you realize he hears everything you do in your room at night. He can’t help but smirk as he pulls your briefs off completely, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “Gonna give you what you’ve been begging for at night baby” he groans when he presses his nose against your soft boycunt, sniffing deeply and making you squirm. He sees how flushed your face is, and he can’t help but smile as he presses tender kisses along your inner thighs. “You stay so quiet, sweet thing” he muses between kisses. “But ya decided to crush on the one mutant with super hearing, hm?” He chuckles lowly. “You tried so hard.. I could hear it. How you muffled yourself the best you could.. wasn’t good enough baby. Not for me.” He whispers against your soft skin.

Your thighs clench around his head as he places a small lick along your folds, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks” he groans softly as two of his thick fingers move to part your folds. “Fuck baby boy..” he murmurs as he gets a full view of your leaking cunt. “You got this wet just from me?” He mutters under his breath.

Letting out a shaky breath, you can’t help but nod shyly, keeping your head back against the mattress. “You’re really hot” you whisper faintly in reply as his hot breath fans over your fluttering hole.

He chuckles deeply at your words as he pulls your folds back to reveal your little bud, perking up and pleading for his attention. He hums as he leans forward, pressing a small kiss to your clit, making you flinch at the feeling. “Christ..” he breathes at how sensitive you are. “I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen, baby.” He says affectionately as he presses a kiss to your leaking entrance, making you whimper. “Couldn’t have imagined how sweet my boy’s cunt would be.” He murmurs as he licks his lips.

Taking shallow breaths as you try to gather yourself, you can’t help but ask the question that’s been burning in the back of your mind. “Do.. you get with trans guys a lot?” You ask tentatively.

He pauses at your words, his gaze shifting up towards your face. “Never..” He murmurs. “Never really considered it before. Hope ya don’t mind.. I haven’t met a lot of trans folk in my time.”

Leaning up slightly to meet his gaze, you sigh softly. “You still see me as a guy.. right?” You question softly. “I mean- I know it’s kind of hard with a cunt staring you in the face-“ you start to ramble, but he quickly leans forward and slips his tongue past your tight hole to shut you up. When you choke out a moan and lay back down completely, he chuckles.

“Best of both worlds if you ask me” he muses. “Always liked soft things like you.. and I can’t deny there’s a bit of a preference for cunt on my end.” He fans against your folds. “But to get a sweet boy on top of it all? I’d say that’s the cherry on top.”

Sighing softly, you let out a faint breath of relief. “Glad I can be of service” you joke breathlessly with a small smile on your lips.

Chuckling faintly, Logan slips a finger into his mouth with a smirk before he prods at your tight hole, pushing in as gently as he can. When you groan weakly he starts to press small kisses along your thigh, his finger getting sucked in as deep as it can go. “Christ baby.. you really need to get fucked, hm?” He smirks. “Sucking me in like it’s nothing..”

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand into his hair and tug ever so slightly. Logan has to pull away from your cunt for just a moment, biting his lip with a groan. A flustered smile crosses your lips as you look down at him, eyes completely infatuated with him. “You’re so soft” you murmur softly as you feel his fluffy hair in your palm.

Logan looks up to meet your gaze, a fire lit in his soul with how nice you were being to him. God, just about every hookup he had wanted a quick and dirty fuck.. and here you were praising him. “Just for you” he murmurs, his words containing a small promise. Leaning back down, he starts to suckle your clit sweetly while his finger pumps in and out of your hole at a tantalizing pace.

Hissing slightly from the combined pleasure, you tug on his hair a little harder, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place. “A man like me doesn’t deserve a heaven like this” he whispers against your plush skin, gently retracting his finger and pressing a sweet kiss to your fluttering hole.

Letting out a weak breath, you gently sit up and reach for the fabric of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the flannel with shaky hands. When you notice how he tenses at your action, you quickly pause and your eyes meet his own. “Can I?” You whisper softly. “I.. I want to return the favor.” You smile faintly.

Letting out a faint sigh, he sits up and moves to rest on his knees, letting you unbutton his shirt. Smiling shyly, your gaze shifts to his hairy chest as you remove his flannel. He watches closely and notices how your pupils dilate at the sight of his well built body. He can’t help but smirk as you look at him like he was a statue in a museum.. full of fascination. A little part of you wanting to touch. Gently grabbing your hand, he pulls it to rest against the dark curls in between his pecks. “Do whatever you want, baby.” He says lowly against your ear. “It’s all yours.”

Your eyes are glued to his bare body as you carefully pull his shirt off, grabbing it before pulling it into your chest, looking down at it as a small smile forms. “I love this one on you.” You whisper softly.

He smiles affectionately at your words as he gazes down at how cute you are. You were gazing down at his shirt like it was the most precious thing in the world. Reaching forward, he gently puts his hand on the flannel and pushing it out of the way. As soon as you look up, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss. Letting go of his flannel you grin against his lips as he wraps his arms around your back. Shifting to where he falls to lay on his back on the motel bed, he pulls you with him to straddle him.

Laughing sweetly as you sit up, you can’t help but run your hands through the dark curls of his chest, admiring how warm he felt. He watched affectionately as you take in his form, eyes exploring his body like no one had before. After a few moments he can’t catch himself before his hips roll upwards slightly, sending his clothed erection to rut against your bare cunt.

“Shit” you gasp out at his movements, your mouth hanging open slightly at the feeling. You sit still for a moment, trying to get past your flustered state. Rubbing your hand along his side, your eyes shyly meet his own. “Could.. could you do that again?” You ask softly.

He grins at your words, quickly bucking up his hips so the rough fabric hits your boycunt just right. “Ohh, fuck yeah” he groans as he lets his head fall back against the mattress. “That’s the stuff.” Blushing heavily you experimentally roll your hips against his own, pulling a groan from him. “God.. you’re going to be gripping my cock like a vice. Can already tell.”

As his words send a heat through you, you can’t help but make quick work of his zipper and jeans, doing your best to pull them back, leaving mainly his boxers visible. When you hesitantly palm his erection, you see how he grips the sheets with a groan. Unable to wait any longer, you gently pull him out of his boxers, heat blooming in your core when you see how fat his cock is.

“Logan..” you whisper breathlessly, but before he can look up and answer you, you’ve already moved back, leaning down and starting to lap at his dick. Logan’s hips flinch at the feeling of your hot tongue, doing the best he can to keep himself still.

When you provide little kitten licks to his tip, he lets out a gravelly moan, but you could hear his resolve fading. “Holy fuck, baby” he says through clenched teeth. “You’re so good- so good.”

Little beads of precum started to form at his tip, which you hesitantly tasted. He sits up slightly, his eyes dilating when he sees how your small hand barely wraps around his cock. It’s clear you don’t want to overwhelm yourself, your eyes closed in concentration as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly before letting your tongue travel around the shaft.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to focus on his dick. You wanted to cement him into your memory, carving out a portion of your mind that would be dedicated to him and only him. Where you could recall how heavy his cock was against your tongue, how his abs against your plush stomach made him groan, or how his tongue felt against your little bud. He was just so perfect. You couldn’t stop thinking about it while your tongue traced his cock. His beautiful brown eyes, stoic personality- his protective instinct? How he always checked on you? It made your head spin. You never thought you’d have him like this.

Logan couldn’t help but run his fingers through your hair, ever so slightly pushing you down further so you’d lap at the base of his cock. When he feels a few cold droplets fall around his groin, he grunts and looks down, struggling to keep his eyes open. But within a few seconds, his eyes are open and alert as he stares down at you with wide eyes. You were crying. Your eyes were closed as you licked along his veiny cock, tears dripping down and gathering at the base. He quickly sat up, using your hair to pull you off of him gently. “Baby- baby, what’s wrong?” He said slightly panicked.

You’re a little confused when he pulls you away and starts to speak, your mind foggy and vision slightly blurry. “hm?” You hum faintly as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands quickly cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. When you register his worried gaze, you start to come back a little, moving your hand to wipe at one of your eyes. You look down with slight confusion to find that you had been crying. Crying on his cock when he hadn’t even done anything- jesus.. it was pathetic. Your cheeks quickly heat up when you realize how stupid you looked. “N-nothing” you stutter out quickly as you try to wipe your tears away completely, eyes downcast and unable to meet his own. “My- my body is just- being dumb.” You murmur quietly.

He huffs at your words, not taking that for an answer as he lifts your head up to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. “You gotta be honest with me, bub.”

You quickly shake your head no, hating that he even considered he was to blame. “No- no. I don’t.. I don’t know why I’m..” you trail off, embarrassment flooding your body.

His eyes never leave your own, his thumb tracing over your cheek gently as his other hand falls to your hip. “Was it overwhelming?” He asks faintly. “I.. I know I’m bigger. Than average, I mean.” He murmurs.

You quickly shake your head, your eyes landing on his own. “I was just- thinking.” You murmur quietly. “While I was.. you know.”

His head tilts slightly, his hand shifting to brush his fingers through your hair. “You shouldn’t have to think, bub. M’supposed to take care of ya.” He sighs softly. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asks.

You look downcast, leaning against his hand when he rubs your head. As you look down, you start to realize that your bare cunt is against his cock- but you’d ruined it. He wasn’t all that hard anymore, not nearly like he was. When his question registers, you sigh faintly. “Just.. about you.” You confess in a whisper. “You’re so.. warm.” You murmur. “And safe. And pretty.”

A faint scoff slips past his lips, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “So? You started crying because you like me so much?” He teases. But what he doesn’t expect, is for you to look up at him with a guilty look in your eyes. Christ.. he couldn’t catch a break with you. First you praise him more than he’s ever been praised, and now here you are crying because he’s too perfect? Fucking hell. When he sees the genuineness in your gaze, he stills for a few moments. “Baby.. ya can’t be serious.”

You look downcast once again, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes, which you quickly start to wipe away. “It’s- it’s different.” You say quietly in your own defense. “I’m different.”

His eyes narrow for a moment in thought. “..different.” He repeats faintly. When you nod, he leans his head back against the headboard as his eyes trail over your naked form, his hands moving to knead at your thighs. “Different or not.” He murmurs. “I still want you.”

A weak smile forms on your lips for a moment. “I’ve never sat in someone’s lap.” You confess softly as you gesture down to how you’re seated on top of him. “No one’s ever seen me naked. Not like this.” You murmur with a shaky sigh. “No one’s ever.. held me.” You whisper, placing one of your hands over his own. “Made me feel warm. And safe.”

His body tenses when he listens to you speak. You were a virgin. And not just physically- it sounded like it was emotional too. No boyfriends to hold you? Cuddle you? Keep you close like you’re their personal teddy bear? The thought made him a little sick. Knowing you’d gone for so long without touch. Without another thought he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay completely against his chest. “Baby.” He whispers against your ear as he starts to rub your back. “sweet boy.” He adds faintly. “No wonder you were crying. I- I should’ve held you. Should’ve held you first.”

Your body tenses when he pulls you close, but you very slowly start to relax against him. God he was warm- like a heater. You couldn’t help but melt against him, your legs spreading as you rested against him completely, your bare chest against his own. “s’okay.” You murmur faintly. “i just wanted to touch you.. didn’t matter how.”

He sighs faintly as he holds you close, tucking his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Can’t get over how sweet you are.” He murmurs against your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a few small moments, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs anymore. You tentatively press your lips to his collar bone, the kiss featherlight. You wanted him so badly- but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. A small smile crosses his lips when he feels your lips, and one of his hands travels down your back. “I can feel you dripping” he smirks against your ear. “No point in being shy now, yeah?”

You sigh softly, your cheeks burning hot against his skin. “can we?” You whisper tentatively.

He smiles softly, pulling his arms from around you to rest on your thighs. Leaning back slightly, he reaches down as you lift your hips, jerking himself a few times before aligning with your entrance. “Do you trust me?” He says as he looks up at you, his voice full of care.

Your hands rest on his chest, trying to ground yourself with a shaky sigh, your eyes closing. “With my life, Logan.” You say breathlessly.

His breath hitches and he gently guides you down with his other hand, heavy hold on your hip. You hiss slightly as his tip prods at your tight hole, and he lets out a groan. “fuck baby” he huffs. “need this pussy wrapped around me, yeah?” he grunts as you sink down a little further.

Your eyes are tightly shut, trying to calm down your breathing as you feel the little burn of his tip slipping in. It’s clear you’re trying to focus, and Logan can feel how tight you’re clenching around him. “f-fuck” you whimper, your thighs shaking as you try to go slow. When he feels how tense you are, his brows furrow slightly with concern. You needed to be relaxed- you needed to enjoy this. He needed to take care of you. Before he can slip in any deeper, he gently pulls you off of him, much to your surprise. You look down at him with concern as you rest on his thighs. “Lo?” You ask softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head no, lifting you up slightly so he can get onto his knees. He lets your back fall against the mattress as he shifts up as close to your boycunt as he can get. “Gonna take care of ya” he grunts as he puts his hands under your knees on the backs of your thighs, holding them up so he can position himself correctly. When he lets your legs go you sigh softly, letting them wrap around his waist. “I think you’ll like this much better.. I can get as deep as you want- all ya gotta do is ask.” You nod gently, watching as he moves to lean over you, his eyes closing as he grabs his cock, lining it up with your hole once again. “This time-“ he murmurs as he presses in slightly. “It’s for real, baby.”

You gasp weakly when you feel that burn in your pussy as it tries to accommodate him. Before you can even really comprehend the pain, his lips meet your own in a deep kiss, making sure you’re distracted from any discomfort. His other hand shifts down to your boycunt, his thumb gently tapping your little bud, trying to not get you too overwhelmed too early. “Logan” you choke out when he manages to press in almost halfway. “it- it won’t fit” you say quickly, but his thumb on your clit starts to calm your mind.

He presses a gentle kiss to your chin before drifting down to leave hickeys on your neck. “You were made for me, sweet thing” he whispers. “I promise it’ll fit.”

Logan swears he’s seen heaven at this point. The way your tight, warm walls engulf him are driving him to the brink of insanity. You’re squeezing him like a vice, and he can feel how goddamn wet you are. Out of all the people he’s fucked, he knows this one is different. The grip of your boycunt is like a loving hug, and the way your eyes flutter closed makes his lower stomach twist into knots. Could he even remember a time he knew a man this perfect? Sure, he’s had a few guys choke on his dick every now and then.. but this was something different entirely. He could feel himself submitting to you- even though he was taking the lead. Everything in his being was screaming at him to make you feel good. His legs wanted him to pound into you, his arms wanted to hold your legs back to make sure he could reach your deepest spots. It took everything in him to hold himself back, to make sure he didn’t overwhelm you.

Hearing your soft cries of his name made him clench his teeth. He’d never been overly fond of his name, but hearing it from your lips made it sound like the most beautiful thing in the world. He said your name over and over like a prayer as his arm wrapped around your torso, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck. “so fucking good- you’re so good” he groans against you as he starts to suck hickeys into your skin. He made sure the pumps of his hips were loving, grinding against you as carefully as he could, ensuring you could feel every inch of him over and over again. “ya feel me?” he grunts against your ear, making you mewl. “that’s right kid- this cock is all yours. Never givin’ it to anyone else.” He groans.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him as closely to you as possible. He could tell how much you craved his touch, the warmth that his body offered, and he made sure to give you everything he could. “logan!” You gasp out, making him clench his teeth. “holy shit- don’t stop- please don’t fucking stop.” You pleaded into his ear.

He chuckled at your words, slowing his hips just enough to drive you crazy. The tender grind of his crotch against your puffy clit left you dizzy, your thoughts melting into nothing but him- exactly what he wanted. “Good boy” he breathes against your ear. “Keep takin’ this cock, yeah? Fuckin’ hell- never realized how bad I needed you, bub.” He sighs against your skin as one of his hands shifts to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh under his palm. He audibly groans when he feels how pliable you are for him, your head resting against the mattress as his hips roll into your own. He smirks at the sight, shifting his head down so he can take your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You hiss at the contact of his hot tongue against your chest, the contrast sending a shiver down your spine. “Logan-“ you gasp as your hands shift into his hair, tugging on his strands to try and ground yourself. His lips let go of your chest with a pop, a grunt leaving him when you tug on his hair. It makes him buck his hips up, the hardest he’s done it yet. He freezes when he feels you gasp- had he hurt you? Did he get too eager? Before he can say anything, your hands cup his cheeks and bring him to meet your gaze. “do that again.” You said quietly, the order making him smirk.

“Yes sir.” He chuckles as he hikes up more onto his knees, giving him the leverage he needs to really fuck you good- just like he wanted to. He was thankful they were in some shitty motel instead of the mansion. There would’ve been no hiding the sound of his hips slapping against yours, or how your moans were getting progressively louder. And he couldn’t stop himself from moaning himself- your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth. “shit-“ he chokes out as his hand slips down to rub against your puffy clit, watching as your eyes roll back slightly. “i knew baby- i knew my hand couldn’t even come close to the real thing, yeah? So goddamn tight.. gonna milk me dry?” He grunts.

You nodded mindlessly, lost in how his cock kept hitting right up against that perfect spot inside of you, making your body tense up with ease. “Mhm” you whine in reply, your fingers tugging on his hair as your body clenches up around him. “Lo-“ you gasp weakly. “fuck-“

“That’s it” he coaxes as his thumb speeds up on your clit. “Cmon bub.. almost there. So close, yeah? You’ll feel better after you make a mess on me” he smirks as he places kisses along your collar bone, admiring the embarrassment radiating from your face. Before he can say anything else to tease you, he feels your boycunt clench up around him impossibly tight, stealing his breath away. He quickly grunts, crashing his lips against your own in a needy kiss as he tries to keep his hips moving, but he knows it’s a losing fight. You’ve got him locked down tight, cumming around his cock like you owned it. “Holy fuck, kid” he groans, his arms slipping around your form, holding you close to his chest as he braces himself.

As your mind went hazy from your release, you barely registered Logan pulling his cock out of you and rutting against your boycunt like a dog in heat. As you started to come to your senses you realize how he’s babbling against your neck as he chases his own high. “Holy hell, bub-” he chokes out. “this cunt- goddamn it’s mine.” He huffs. “fuck I’ve needed you- where the hell have you been all my life?”

Watching him with a fucked out look, you gently pull his chin forward to kiss him. But this time- this time it’s different. He feels himself cum the second you start kissing him like you love him. Like you care about him. Like he’s precious to you. His hips stutter before he lets his lower body fall onto yours, unable to form a coherent thought as you grace him with your lips against his own. You can feel the hefty rise and fall of his chest, his lungs trying to keep up with the rest of him. “Do you need some water?” Your soft voice whispered as you gazed up at him.

That look? That look was something he would never be able to forget. That look of soft dominance that came ever so naturally to you. You were smaller and weaker than him, but here you were concerned for his comfort. He was dominant, sure. He could command a room with ease, make himself the center of attention whenever he needed to. But you felt it was your responsibility to care for others without a second thought. And that’s something he could never imitate. You’re a good person through and through- and he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have you like this.

“I should be asking you that” he murmurs as he lets his head rest against your chest.

Sighing contentedly, your fingers gently trail through his hair. “You did all the work.” You huff with a tired smile. “Ten out of ten, by the way. Would fuck again.”

He snorts with laughter, sitting up to pull himself off of you. He sits back on his knees, looking over his handy work. Your abdomen painted white, chest rising and falling in tandem with his anxious heart. “Well” he smirks. “I’m always around.” He teases as he slips off of the bed, walking into the small motel bathroom. “Don’t move too soon- you might be a little weak” he calls out as you hear the sink start to run.

You slowly sit up, glancing down at how his cum shone on your skin, the trail being muddled from the rolls of your stomach. A small smile spreads on your face as you turn to look at yourself in the cheap mirror on the wall. Maybe it was your imagination.. but you felt it. That little afterglow that radiated off of you- maybe just for you to see.

After a few moments, Logan walks out of the bathroom but stops short in the doorway, watching how you admired yourself in the mirror. His smirk softened as he leaned against the doorway, clearing his throat slightly. “If you need a minute I can leave you two lovebirds alone” he teases, referring to you and your reflection. His heart flutters when he hears your laugh, and he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “What’s got you all.. smiley?” He murmurs as he walks over to the bed, sitting near the headboard so he can get a good look at you.

You turn to look him straight on, your head tilted slightly like a puppy’s would be. “I just..” you whisper. “I don’t feel guilty.” You smile.

His smile falters, and understanding starts to set in. He gently pulls you into his arms, guiding your back to rest against his chest. He tenderly takes the warm cloth he had in his hand and starts to wipe you up, his lips against your shoulder. “I think you’re the first person that hasn’t regretted sex with me.” He murmurs faintly. “I’m bad news, kid.” He sighs.

You let your eyes close as he takes care of you, cleaning you up as gently as he could. His words make you scoff, a small smile on your lips. “Logan.. our entire lives are bad news.” You say softly, your eyes opening as you turn to look into his eyes. “You really think I’m adverse to risk? We’re doing a sting operation right now for god’s sake” you snort. Before he can reply, your eyes widen and you push yourself off of the bed, landing on wobbly feet. You catch yourself on the nightstand, a string of curses leaving you as he looks at you with confusion. “The mission!” You hiss, digging in your bag for your computer. When you check the time.. only thirty minutes has passed. Breathing a sigh of relief, you close your computer, tossing it onto the bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes? Seriously?” You huff.

Logan grins at you, lying back against the pillows. “Sex really doesn’t take that long. Unless you want it to, of course.” He smirks.

You smirk back, walking over to your bag and pulling out an oversized shirt you brought to sleep in. “I think I’m out of commission for the night” you chuckle. “But- if you say please I’ll let you take me to that diner down the road in the morning.”

Before you know it he’s up and behind you, his hands slipping around your waist. “That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” He grunts against your ear. “Do I look like a gentleman?”

Turning in his arms, you look up at him lovingly. “Give me a week” you hum. “I can make it happen.”

He huffs, capturing your lips in a kiss. When he pulls away, one of his hands slip up to cup your chin. “Fuckin’ hell..” he breathes. “You’ve already won this war, you know that?”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I didn’t know there was a war to win.”

“Mhm.” He hums, letting his forehead rest against your own. “You’ve got a mutt in your corner now, bub.” He murmurs. “Throw me a bone and I’ll bark.”

RAHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT‼️ I really hope you guys enjoyed! This is officially my longest writing ever. Reblogs and notes are extremely appreciated!! I look at every notification I get :)

[justevelynnnn]

sudden love.

night crawler x afab!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Lots of smut in the second half of this…, PiV, oral s//x, reader is written as a female as well as being chubbier, slightly mentions of reader being insecure, mention of reader being tipsy, a bit of profanity at the end

Summary: Here’s what happens when you start working for the x-men as an intern and you run into a blue demon man 💙

Note: Sorry it’s been a million years since i posted but i just got lazy🙁😕😕😕 anyways live, laugh, nightcrawler

You wondered how you got here.

In bed, with the one and only Kurt Wagner. A man who was so focused on being holy and pure…under you, fully naked and eagerly whining. His golden eyes bore into yours as you bounced on him. His tail wrapped around your waist tight. Fingers on each side squishing your thighs…

It might’ve started when you started working for the X-men as an intern. Of course, you first had to pledge to neverrrr share any big secrets you learned or plans shared during meetings. Then you got settled. You had a little office next to Jean Grays’s. Your job was the usual boring intern stuff…following scott around and organizing files and pouring coffee. By week 4, you actually memorized all the x-men’s coffee orders.

Jean Gray liked lattes with a bit of extra sugar. Scott Summers and Logan liked theirs dark. Gross. Morph’s fluctuated, sometimes they wanted a mocha sometimes also dark. Beast liked his coffee extra sugary…

At the end of the day, you didn’t want to necessarily be an X-man. You really just needed some type of job that would except mutants. But they all had a lot of knowledge to share, and you never turned down an opportunity to listen and gain some wisdom.

It wasn’t until you were in charge of setting the danger room schedule when you met him. Did he catch you off guard bamfing behind you? Maybe. Did you feel horrible after especially seeing his tail droop? Yup.

You quickly scrambled to apologize.

“I’m so sorry! You just caught me off guard..!” You say watching him shake his head.

“Oh, it’s fine. I get it a lot. I’m blue..covered in fur…bright yellow eyes…” He says in a nonchalant tone looking at the ground. He also had this strong german accent. He also was possible being sarcastic…

And before you could apologize again he interrupted by introducing himself. His name was Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. Fitting…

You’ve seen him around but mainly in the danger room flipping and bamfing around. He was also ridiculously flexible and you think he has a yoga class? He’s also said to be very devoted to his faith. You then noticed his shiny cross necklace and his golden rosary.

You told him your name and he mentioned seeing you around himself. A sweet little compliment was sprinkled in you guys small talk and then he was gone quicker than he showed up. Though, you still felt bad for your initial reaction to him later that day.

The next time you saw him was a week later in the evening. You just were sitting there reading a book, decompressing after a long day of organizing papers and sending emails, when suddenly BAMF! and now here is Nightcrawler startling you yet again.

“GEEZ!” You shout but not really at him, also dropping your book.

“Am I really that ugly?” Kurt jokes pouting a bit as he perched on the coffee table he landed on.

“No! Just you-“

“Ohhh, it’s fine..i get it..”

He’s clearly joking with you again so you laugh bit. You thank him as he hands you your book and sits next to you. You quietly take in small details of him like his pointed ears or his tail or even the slight indication of pupils in his eyes as he looked at you.

Insert more small talk here and then he’s gone again.

You figured he either really was curious about you or was bored. The idea of him having some crush never crossed your mind. But this was the Nightcrawler we’re talking about! He could have any girl, mutant or human, so why choose an intern? Especially one like you with your thick thighs and plump stomach.

But as time went on, he started to find you daily. He found any reason to speak to you and anything to talk about. Inviting you on evening strolls or even his bible studies which he didn’t mind if you went or not. He taught you how to cook german dishes once and you showed him your favorite hiding spot in the mansion.

It really felt like a spark started. He really grew on you. He was funny, sweet, warm…

His compliments became more frequent too, each one making you blush even more.

Soft touches here and there..

Hugs that lasted longer than the ones before…

Prolonged eye contact…

Then months later the topic of relationships came up. It was embarrassing to admit but you told him you never had one… yet you were a bit shocked to learn he’s had a few back in his day.

“But you’re…?”

“Catholic. I know.”

“And you even..?”

He nods but then smirks. “I was a tad libidinous before…now i just want to…settle. Perhaps even find my soulmate.”

You blush as he stares into your soul on the soulmate part. Could he be referring to..you?

Your time as an intern was wrapping up but everyone loved you so much you just decided to stay. So, you went full time which means more time for you and Kurt to bond. You wondered what they could all mean… his stolen glances and the way he touched you sometimes…

“He likes you.”

“What?!” You say turning around, wide eyed at Jean one evening. Kurt had just bamfed away, but was she standing there the whole time???

“I said, he likes you…a lot.” She smirks. “I know how he gets when he’s in love y’know..i’ve known him for a while.”

“..Love?” You say quietly.

“You’re different too. He’s nervous to say anything.” She slowly comes up next to you and smiles. “But, i can tell you like him a lot too…”

You just blush. Was it really that obvious the whole time?

Could it really be true?

Then, one evening after watching the sunset on the roof and a deep conversation later you two were sharing a bottle of wine. In his words, “It’s fine to indulge in sin sometimes, no?” Probably joking again…

He was big on his faith, for sure. He says it saved him and you could tell. His devotion was admirable.

After the first glass, you already really opened up. Still in your work clothes, but feeling more confident and loose. And by the second, you were a giggling mess. Anything Kurt said either made you blush or laugh. You never felt so alive or comfortable in your skin.

“I wish this could last forever, y’know? This moment…” You sigh as the sun sets. It’s getting darker, the moon getting brighter..stars shining.

“Ja…this was a pretty one. This sunset. ” He agrees with you and scooted closer. “But not as pretty as you, dear.”

“You’re a charmer Kurt…but I dunno…sometimes I wonder why you chose me to spend all your free time with. Like, me specifically. It’s not like I’m one of your gorgeous fan girls..” You play with the hem of your button down vest, it’s untucked now a sign of you being more comfortable.

Kurt doesn’t say anything for a bit. It makes you nervous. So nervous you accidentally pulled a few threads from your vest. You weren’t looking for pity, no. You were genuinely curious. He’s famous, well known. In great shape. Strong morals… It just really bewildered you.

Were you insecure…? Maybe just a bit..who isn’t? You try everyday to be more confident. You were working for the x-men for crying out loud! It was a big deal. But sometimes, you wished you were a bit..different. Slimmer, more graceful even.

“Y/n….” He said finally. It was a soft tone, softer than usual. Gentle…

You don’t say anything but you just look into his eyes.

“I’ve never felt so strongly for a woman before..for anyone before. You truly don’t realize how beautiful you are. Inside and out. There is something magnetic about you that draws me to you…” He takes your hand and kisses it. Your heart explodes. No one has ever talked you like this before.

“Kurt…”

“I’ve been thinking about asking for a while…getting to know you for these past several months has been memorable. I feel we’re forming a strong connection. One that can last is years…y/n, would I…be wrong to ask you to be mine?”

Everything happened so quickly next.

You drunkenly kissed him after he asked you that. In your head that was an answer. You immediately regretted it, feeling you stepped out of line but before you could apologize he kissed you right back. And passionately. Like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. It was getting dark now and bit chilly honestly but the heat of his body against yours kept you warm enough.

Then instead of a hard roof, you were suddenly on a softer surface. A bed.

Kurt’s bed. In Kurt’s room.

“Is it okay?” He asked panting as he pulled back and saw you realize what had happened. “Being here..I mean..”

“Are we gonna…?” You say also panting.

“Do you want to?”

You think for a moment. Were you really going to lose your virginity to an Xman?

He already has a condom in hand by the time you nod. He pulls off his shirt exposing his furry toned torso. He softly kisses you again and you hum. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the way his hands felt on your body was making you feel so good. You allowed him to slowly take off your clothes. Piece by piece.

He was gentle with removing everything, but carelessly threw them on the ground behind him once it was off.

He stopped admired you once you were fully undressed. It made you want to hide behind your hands. The pure look of lust he had in his eyes…eyes that glistened at this point.

He traced a finger along your curves and folds, stopping to kiss some parts. You never felt this way before. It was like he was worshiping you.

He knew you were inexperienced so he took his time. When he was between your legs getting you ready he was ever so tender. He fingered you ever so slowly. Whispering praises as you took his finger because with him one was honestly enough. Then his head was between your thighs as he licked your folds delicately as well, savoring each swipe of his tongue. He had a way of making your legs shake, your back bend and you to sing his name.

When he felt you were ready for him he ever so teasingly slow rolled the condom on and inched slowly inside of you. Of course he made sure you were ready before he started to enter you. It did hurt a bit at first, like an intense stretch with some pressure. It definitely took a while especially given..his size.

But he was patient, and gentle and understanding.

Then he started thrusting. And thrusting. And groaning and moaning and gripping and kissing. The whole bed moved as the two of you moved. He thrusted slowly but deeply, pulling out completely and thrusting his whole length back inside you.

At some point your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. You swore you saw heaven as he hit a spot on the inside.

Every part of you burned hot with pleasure. You barely registered your own orgasm several minutes later and he licked a spot he bit on your neck moments before. He didn’t finish long after, plopping next to you panting. His tail laid across you on purpose. He then smiled goofily at you like he didn’t just have you under him seeing star’s minutes ago.

Your skin was sticky and your legs ached.

But you weren’t done.

You flipped him over and climbed on top of him. He was stunned, but let you as he was once again mesmerized by your nude body. He was a sucker for breasts.

You felt dominant as you straddles him with your thick thighs, positioned him with your entrance and slowly sunk down. Again, it was a stretch at first. Kurt was definitely blessed in the manhood department, but this was a position you knew about from before and you knew it was for more experienced people. Yet, it could’ve been the liquid courage too.

As you started to move, Kurt unraveled. That confident horny man from an hour ago? The one who had you nearly cumming in his mouth from slow flicks with his tongue? Or, hell, a single wink after some dirty joke?

Well, now he’s ready to bust himself from any simple moment you make. His hands rest in the sides of your hips as he helped you but you still did most of the work. Now slightly bouncing more and quicker after growing more confident.

This is who you thought Kurt to be. It’s nice to see this shy and submissive version of him. He tilted his head back as you wiggle against his pelvis. You can see his Adam’s apple bob as he held back.

It was mesmerizing to watch him come undone too. The way his mouth was parted, intoxicating noises escaping him. The way his dark hair stuck to his damp fur on his forehead. The way his cheeks darkened ever so slightly from being dominated…

It wasn’t long before he came again. His moans louder this time. Even drawing out your name.

You laid on top of him, knees even more achey than before, heart pumping so hard you swore he could feel it or even hear it.

You two stayed like that for a while. This time done for real. Both exhausted but utterly satisfied.

Kurt eventually helped clean up. He wiped you gently with a damp towel and gave you an oversized shirt to wear to cover up. Even getting you water after you used his bathroom.

“That was…hm..” Kurt said quietly laying next to you once everything was cleaned.

“It was fucking incredible.” You responded quietly. Inside you kept asking yourself…how did this happen?

“..Ja…” He sighs. “Wanna make this a weekly event?”

And after this? How could one not not agree?

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TENGEN UZUI X CHUBBY!READER

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God would this man love him a chubby wife

You guys would probably meet at the entertainment district whilst he's in his slutty little open chest robey thingy

You just walking with your little hand woven basket full of fruits and breads and delicious things and Tengen sees you and its like he was hit in the head by Aphrodite herself

To him you were stunning

Immediately the urge to get to know you was stronggggggg

So he did

Obviously you thought it was a bit strange having a random and incredibly attractive man just come and talk to you out of the blue but you weren't resisting

After a little bit of talking you learned his name was Tengen Uzui and he was a frequent at the Entertainment District. He was a very loud man and very expressive aswell. If he had an opinion you should be sure he wasn't keeping it to himself nu uh

Over the next couple of days Tengen would meet up with you and spend the day with you no matter if it was walking around markets and choosing different things to snack on or going a little while out from the district and having a little walk in the fields

Eventually when you felt you two were close enough, you shared you dislike of how you looked with him. He immediately reacted to that.

He went on a rant about how you should love your body and how you are one of the flashiest people he has ever met and you and your rolls are one of the things he loves about you

You watched him with a smile as you realised what he said while he went on the rest of his strongly opinionated talk before eventually stopping and looking down slightly at you, realising aswell what he had said.

His eyes softened and a small smile grew kn his face as yours went red and you tilted your head down in an effort to hide you embarrassment. Tengen chuckled slightly before sliding his thumb under your chin and tilting your head up and pressing his lips to yours before you could speak.

You melted into it and once he pulled away you slammed your head into his chest attempting to once again, hide your red face. You felt one of his hands slide behind your hair and rest on the back of you neck whilst the other rested on your waist as he brought you into a firm hug.

After this little event, he told you about his wives. You thought they sounded sooooo cool but were a little afraid about what they would think of you because of how you looked.

Tengen immediately shut these thoughts down once you told him, expressing loudly on how they'd love you. And he was right

The moment you stepped foot on his estate three different blurs of colour came shooting towards you enveloping you in a hug and dragging you towards the house.

They all introduced themselves and you all spent the evening baking and chatting as you warmed up to them and finally felt at home and safer then you had in a long time.

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[chubbyreaderwriter]

Try, Try Again

Charles Xavier x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Charles wants to tell you how he feels. He asks for advice from the other team members but it doesn't quite turn out like he wants it to.  

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none. 

Masterlist 

Charles was more than stressed. He wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn’t have the most experience with women he was attracted to. So, he made the decision to ask for some advice from the team, thinking that surely they would have some helpful advice for him. Well...

Erik

Erik was the first person he decided to ask. The German mutant had been partially surprised, “I’m not sure why you came to me on this matter, my friend, but if I was in your position, I would ask her to accompany me to do something she likes.” Charles nodded his head in agreement, “That’s a good idea, where should I take her?” Erik sighed as he put down his newspaper to think, waiting for the first thing to come to mind, Charles’ love life wasn’t really the main priority for himself. “I recall a conversation between herself and Raven, I think she likes ice cream.” 

Charles smiled to himself as he hunted you down the next day, spending most of last night searching up ice cream parlours nearby that he thought you might like. It was just his luck that he stumbled upon you and Erik in one of the many living rooms in the large house. He cleared his throat to get your attention and almost forgot what he wanted to say when you flashed him that captivating smile of yours, “Hello Charles, how are you today?” Erik looked between the two of you with mild interest behind his newspaper. 

Charles gave you a smile in return and stood up straight with his hands clasped behind his back which Erik recognised as a sign that his friend was nervous. “I am doing well, thank you dear, but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to an ice cream parlour this evening, I think you’d enjoy it.” He was confused when you looked a little offended. You scoffed as you got up, “Is that some kind of joke? You of all people should know I’m lactose intolerant.” You walked out of the room, and Erik couldn’t help the small smile that emerged on his face from his friend’s rejection. 

Charles sighed and then turned to give Erik a pointed look, “You said she would like it.” Erik just looked back at his newspaper, “I believe I said ‘I think’, I’m terribly sorry I didn’t do a very good job of spying on your crush, I’ll be sure to do it better from now on.” Charles groaned and flopped down onto the couch thinking about his next move. 

Alex

Alex was the next person on his list. He was sure that the young man had plenty of experience with woman and would be able to help him. Alex had laughed at him at first before patting him on the shoulder, “Relax man, all you gotta do is recite some mushy crap from one of her favourite movies or books. It’s easy.” Charles didn't think that anything would go bad, as long as he chose the right one. 

He waited until the two of you were alone in the main living room, you were helping him clean up after a rather rowdy games night, but in all fairness maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to allow Raven and Sean encourage everyone to drink alcohol. Only Charles and Erik refrained from touching it, you having a couple glasses of wine to get yourself to a nice buzz. You didn’t let yourself have too much, you hated hangovers at the best of times and certainly didn’t want one when Charles was making everyone get up at the crack of dawn for training, no thank you. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you finished picking up all the rubbish, the empty beer bottles and putting all the various game pieces back into their respective boxes.

As you turned to face him, having set the last box away in the storage cupboard, you let out a gasp as he was stood right behind you. Your breath hitched as his hands came up to gently hold your shoulders, wordlessly demanding your attention as he begun to speak, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Charles felt his own heart speeding up as he watched your lips part and split into a wide smile, unmistakable joy written on your face. He couldn’t help mirroring it, a sense of victory building-

“Charles! You little bugger, you were listening in on me weren’t you? I mean can you blame me, Pride and Prejudice is my all time favourite book and if my own Mr Darcy was to ever say those words to me, I think I’d quite literally swoon at his feet. But I didn’t know you were a fan of it too, I hadn’t gotten up to that bit yet!” Charles could only watch with a look that could only be described as flabbergasted, as you stepped away from his hold, over to the side of the couch where you pulled out a slightly worn copy of said book from the coffee table. “If I knew you were such a fan, I’d have offered to read it with you from the beginning. Oh this is so exciting, I’ve not met anyone else who’s read it before, tell me all your opinions and don’t leave out a thing.” 

He just about managed to stop his jaw from dropping. How had that backfired? He was sure it would work. Now he was forced to quickly scramble through your thoughts and memories to try and find the answers you were waiting for. 

Alex failed at trying to stifle his laughter behind his fist upon Charles’ retelling of what happened with you, “Well I’m glad someone finds it so amusing.” The blonde couldn’t find the decency in him to look even remotely guilty, “Sorry man, that’s just gotta be the worst case of bad timing ever, hey at least you can spend more time with her now you’ve been dragged in as part of her book club.” Charles groaned and rubbed his face with his palm, if he wasn’t such a gentleman he would have just grabbed your face and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. 

Hank

“Me? Oh I don’t know Charles, I think you’re asking the wrong person. I-I don’t even know anything about dating.” Charles let out a soft sigh of defeat as Alex openly scoffed at Hank’s remark, “You got that right, old bigfoot here doesn’t seem the womanizer type.” Hank’s face twisted into a scowl in Alex’s direction but as angry as he was, the blonde man was true. He had very little experience with women himself, but he was the avid researcher and though he would admit it to no one, he had found himself looking into such topics one time, or two. 

Hank waited until Alex wasn’t paying attention to them before mumbling out, “Maybe you could take her for a walk in the gardens?” He didn’t wait for a response, eagerly scurrying off back into the direction of his own study within Charles’ home. Charles pondered on the idea, no, he supposed it wasn’t a bad idea at all. 

He had waited until you’d finished your sparring in the gym with Raven before asking you to join him this afternoon for a little stroll. You didn’t hesitate to agree to accompany him and Charles chose to ignore the way his sister watched the interaction between the two of you with a raised brow. He was just happy to be having more alone time with you. 

The weather was a little cloudy but still perfectly okay to walk in, not too cold or windy. You wore a knee length skirt, a plain blouse and a thin cardigan. Nothing too fancy but you felt incredibly underdressed as Charles appeared in his usual formal attire, slacks and a button down shirt with a matching jacket. He offered you his arm as you walked and you couldn’t help the dramatic curtsey before taking it, falling into step beside him. “So dearest Charles, tell me, what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon?” Even though your tone was teasing, he couldn’t help the flutter in his chest at the implication that you enjoyed his company. 

Charles smiled as the two of you continued walking, trying to maintain an air of confidence around him, masquerading his overflowing nerves. “Do I need a reason to want to walk with you, love?” You couldn’t help the faint blush from his little pet names, they were one of your weaknesses, especially in his soft voice. Charles’ ego was well and truly stroked, having managed to make you blush, giving him all the encouragement he needed to finally tell you how he feels. He slowed his pace down a little and turned his head towards you, “But you are right, my dear, there is a reason behind this little excursion.” He took a deep breath before he begun his confession, “My dear (Y/N), you are-” “Ah!” 

Your exclamation had his attention immediately, watching you look up to the skies whilst wiping your hand over your neck. You looked back down at the water on your fingertips in mild annoyance before raising your head back to him, “Sorry Charles, I thought it was raining. What was it you were saying?” Charles only smiled at you, “It’s quite alright, love. Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you, I-” Boom! 

A sharp crack echoed in the sky and duel gasps erupted from both of you as the clouds immediately began their heavy downpour. “Hurry! Let’s get back inside!” You grabbed Charles’ hand and ran with him back towards the house. The rain was pummelling down so heavy you were completely soaked within seconds. You were running in front, still holding onto Charles’ hand behind you as you pushed open the door into the house, quickly pulling Charles in behind you to get out of the rain. Looking down at your soaked clothes and seeing the way Charles’ hair was sticking to his forehead, you couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out of your throat. You tried to hide it behind your hand but Charles heard it and in turn, let out a soft chuckle of his own at the situation. “That was so strange! I’ve never seen it pour down so quickly before.” 

Charles nodded in agreement, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought it was another mutant trying to get my attention.” You slipped out of your wet shoes, cringing at the feeling of your socks squelching on the hardwood floor. “Anyways I’m sorry we got interrupted, you had something you wanted to tell me?” Charles watched you wring your hair out into a small puddle on the floor, giving you a small smile, “Oh no, it’s alright love, you go get yourself dried off, it wasn’t important.” He couldn’t help but think you looked almost disappointed at his words but he couldn’t be sure as you wasted no time in heading towards your room to change out of your wet clothes. 

. . . 

Charles placed his soggy jacket over the radiator in his study, running a hand through his wet hair before giving Hank (who was sitting in the chair opposite his desk) a pointed look, “Well. That didn’t go to plan did it.” Charles had changed into a simple pair of grey joggers and a navy blue jumper as well as some thick slipper socks to dry out his feet. He gave a heavy sigh as he flopped down into his chair, “This is hopeless, what am I doing wrong?” 

“First of all, you’re taking advice from men, that’s what’s wrong.” Charles turned his head to look at Raven, who stood in the open doorway with her arms folded over her chest. He raised a brow at his adoptive sister, who continued on as she walked into the room to take the seat next to Hank, facing Charles, “And second, you’re over complicating things. (Y/N) is a simple girl, if a little naïve. You have to be more direct. It’s not as hard as you’re making it out to be.” Charles leaned his head back against his chair, shaking his head with a soft laugh, “Now, why didn’t I think to ask you in the first place.”

“Because you’re an idiot, that’s why. An idiot in love, but still an idiot.” Raven grinned at her brother before she leaned against the table and started giving Charles all the information he needed to hopefully, finally be able to tell you how he feels. 

It was the next morning and to say that he was nervous was an understatement. Of course, if he desired he could easily read into your mind and see if his feelings were returned but he always tried to refrain from doing that if unnecessary or without consent. It was an invasion of privacy to say the least to have your entire mind exposed to him, to have someone know every single little thing about you, everything you’ve ever known, without you ever needing to say a word. 

Charles caught you on your own, reading in the main living room once again. He couldn’t help but cringe at the glance of the title, Pride and Prejudice, having been reminded of the misunderstanding a few days prior. He softly cleared his throat as he entered the room, announcing his presence to you without causing alarm. Your head snapped up from your book, your brows that were furrowed in concentration softening as you saw it was Charles in front you, “Good morning Charles, how are you today?” He smiled, “I’m very well thank you, love. How are you this morning?” 

There it was again. Love. The way he said it had this way of turning your insides to mush. You wished you could hear him say it all the time but on second thought, you would hate for the constant repetition to cause you to get sick of it so perhaps not. The concerned look on Charles’ face brought you out of your musings, softly shaking your head before giving him a wide smile, “I’m great, now am I right in assuming you need my help with something, or was your mission this morning just to come and ask me how I am?” 

He chuckled at your words before walking closer to you to sit on the chair arm of your seat, turning his body so he was facing you. He placed his hand under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. You gasped softly as he did so, feeling your heart beating so fast it was sure to burst out of your chest. “My dear, I have been trying for the past week to gather enough courage to tell you how I feel.” Your eyes widened at the implications of his words and though you wanted to interrupt, you let him continue, “I have been enamoured with you since the moment I met you. Your kind soul, your charm, your wit, and of course your beauty. Love, you’re as radiant as the first light of dawn and I would be honoured if you would allow me to take you to dinner tonight.” 

There was a moment of silence before a soft “wow” that was barely audible left your lips. You felt frozen to your core, never had you imagined that a guy as perfect as Charles would ever be interested in you. You continued to stare up at him as though you were in a trance. Charles moved his hand to lightly press the back of his hand against your forehead, checking for a temperature, “Love?” 

His voice broke you out of it and the smile you had was hurting your cheeks, it was so wide. “Oh Charles, how could I possibly say no?” Charles let out a sigh of relief at your response, promptly rising to his feet to take your hand and haul you up to stand with him. Your arms instinctively raised to wrap around his shoulders as his hands were placed on your waist. He smiled as he held you close, before a he pretended to think, “I do believe that I was promised to have you swooning at my feet.” You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side, feigning consideration, “Hm, I think that’s more of a second date activity.” 

Raven, Sean, Hank, Alex and Eric kept quiet as they huddled a little further down the hallway watching the two of you embraced in each other’s arms. Raven smugly nudged Alex’s shoulder, “See, I told you I’d get them together.” “Tch, yeah well he came for my help first.” Sean frowned, “Hey how come he didn’t ask me?” The other four decided not to answer the ginger boy, though the eye rolls and avoided eye contact was answer enough. 

[chrisisvbun]

Logan howlett x manatee!mutant!fem reader

OKAY so i was scrolling and I found a video that said that manatees are like really friendly and cozy and lovely but that you shouldn't hug them because they get attached easily so it's ILLEGAL to hug them BUT THEY ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER so I wanted to write about reader being a manatee mutant and logan not knowing about this fact. LOOK AT HIM. (+18)

So, when Logan (xmen1) came to the mansion, he took a look around (forced by Rouge). Once he reached the back of the mansion, he gasped out loud when he found a woman figure sank in the water.

He frowned in surprise when he saw how you peeked through the water with big eyes, looking at him curiously.

"Hi!" You said adorably.

"Are you... okay?" He said confused.

"Oh! Yes, yes. You are new, right?" He nodded. You said your name charmingly. "I'm a manatee mutant."

"I'm... a wolverine." He said, still confused, although he couldn't lie, you were pretty cute.

Logan, with a lot of questions, left to the inside of the mansion again until the evening, when the kids had already eaten and now it was time for the adults to have dinner.

He was earing Jean, Storm and Scott chat while he sat on the table with a beer.

"Hi!" You said cutely at everyone, and approach to give everyone a hug.

Logan frowned in confusion when no one returned your hug, Scott even lifted his arms to not touch your body.

"Hi, Logan!" You hugged him, and even though he wasn't much of a hugger with strangers, he wrapped his strong arms around your chubby body.

"No!" Jean shouted.

Your pupils dilated, and your hands held his body like he was a lifeline.

"What? What is it?" He said confused.

Ororo rubber her face and Scott chuckled.

"You aren't supposed to hug manatees..." Jean sighed, and Scott laughed more.

"Why? Is she poisoning?" Logan chuckled.

"No... uhm, she gets attached, like... really attached."

He scoffed. "How attached can she get?" He look down at you, who were snuggling against his middle part.

"Like... dependant." Scott crossed his arms. "Try get her off."

Logan frowned and removed his arms from you, trying to remove your arms from his body. His eyes opened wide at the strength you didn't seem to have.

"What-"

"She won't let you go anytime soon." Ororo sighed.

And that was true, you followed Logan around like a puppy, he had to force you to get into water like you had to do once a day, and he had to sat by you while you held his hand or just him watching you while you rolled over the water.

It was pretty cute, you were definitely adorable and cuddly. And since he had already made you dependent on him, he could cuddle you, but... it was weird, right? Cuddle you back, although you didn't really mind.

"No one ever hugged me apart from my mom, I always wanted a hug." You said cutely while your legs moved in the water. "It was nice to get hugged again."

Logan's iron heart was melting at everything you did. Manatees physically cannot be mean because they don't have the genes to be, so you were a little soft ball of love, affection and cuddles.

Logan was surprised that he didn't actually mind, and the test if the team was surprised too. He liked you, well, it was impossible not to like you. But he enjoyed having you around.

Slowly, he began to cuddle you back. At first, it was a hand on the small of your back, then another hand on your side, then some kisses on your forehead, then caressing and playing with your head, then it was hugging you from behind and caressing your stomach lovingly. You always squealed and giggled at his touch, snuggling to get more and more. He would always laugh, calling you a "little insatiable thing."

Slowly, those actions turned into more and more romantic, the kisses moving lower until you guys ended up making out, you had to pull away every now and then to grip his shirt and kick your feet of exciment, making Logan chuckle and pepper your face with more kisses, before resuming his previous making-out session.

You are always excited around him, like it's the first time you interact, imagine how you were when he was fucking you.

Oh, damn, you are so loud, he has to wait for everyone to leave or take you to a motel, because you are too loud. One hand is gripping your fat thigh while he pounds aggressively into you, while the other is grabbing your face.

"Still being nice? Still being nice, little where?" He grunts while his thumb gents inside your mouth. "You're so disgustingly loud— fuck! And so damn tight, you wanna hug my cock like you hug me, needy thing?" He teased.

It always ends up with you hugging him like a koala while his thrusts get sloppy, and he holds you close when ropes of warm cum paint your velvety inside.

And the cuddles after that? Even him is kicking his feet.

[renjiokumura]

100 FOLLOWERS!!!

I’m so happy to see this! To celebrate this achievement I’m going to be posting up something every day this week and two things on Saturday. I also have to warn all of you that I just got my first job, which I’m excited about, but I’m also a fulltime student so I might not be able to upload too often.

Overall, be excited for this week because I am!!!

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

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

nsfw.

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

Okay but like hear me out… backshots with Logan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart.”

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

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

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

“I know, I know. I got ya’.”

[thatfanficstuff]

Fic/Request status

Writing this out was...wow. Anyway. Here’s where we stand. I have plans. And secret things I am working on but I can’t post until this all gets done. I’m also pushing to get The Light in my darkness and Strange Fates finished ASAP. Just cuz. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you. 

Pending Fics/Requests

Star Trek

·       Spock – Combining a request for a wife reader and a hurt comfort fic. Status: Plotted

·       Khan – With Spock’s human half-sister. Spock is going to lose his mind. Status: Think mode

·       Bones x injured reader Status: semi-plotted

·       Kirk x female captain (native American reader) Status: will probably pull a plot idea from my list

·       Scotty x space pirate – um…yes please. Status: No idea but it will be epic.

Not doing:

·       Spock w suicidal/depressed reader – too sad for me right now.

·       Jealous Spock – already have one and don’t feel I could do another justice.

·       Spock x daughter – no idea what I would write for this.

 Lord of the Rings

·       Thorin w/ half dwarf/half hobbit reader. I have the best idea for this one. So fluffy. Status: Plotted

·       Legolas x Elf reader – FLANGST. Damn it Leggy. Combining 2 requests that both wanted slightly diff flangst. Not using requested parentage. Status: Plotted

·       Eomer x female rider of rohan status: thinking stage

·       Thorin x elf reader – making reader slightly less kick ass than requested Status: Plotted

·       Dwalin song fic with This is Me Status: Thinking stage

Not Doing:

·       One with Thorin and reader and the moon because it was sad as hell and just no.

 Supernatural

·       Gabriel – love confessions Status: semi-plotted

·       Dean x reader – Status: Plotted

Not Doing

·       Super specific request about AU Cas and Winchester sister. I haven’t caught up with the show and won’t be able to write this. Sorry.

 Marvel

·       Steve x wife reader. This one is going to be awesome. Status: Plotted

·       Avengers w self harming soulmate – Making this Flangst, not angst and narrowing down the soulmates to like 1 or 2 Status: Thinking mode

·       Clint x Latina reader – cute drooly clint. Hehe Status – Plotted

·       Bucky Barnes x chubby reader. Flangst. Status – Plotted

·       Jealous Steve Status – Plotted

·       Bruce Banner Status: Plotted

·       Steamy Erik Lensherr – um…yes please Status: Plotted

·       Dr Strange Hurt/comfort Status: Semi-plotted

·       Black Widow x Xmen male Reader x Maria Hill – flangst Status: Plotted

·       Gamora x male reader – changing plot a bit to fit my style Status: Plotted

·       Parker x reader and Steve x reader: I’m twisting the story a bit here but still doing Status: Plotted

·       Erik x reader x Charles Status: Thinking stage

·       Scott Lang x ex Reader – Status:Plotted

·       Sunday Brunch Part 2 – Status: Plotted

·       Billy Russo coffee shop AU Status: Plotted

·       Eddie Brock/venom x chef reader – Status: Plotted

 Teen Wolf

·       Peter soulmate au – making reader older than requested because Peter ain’t no pedo. Status: semi-plotted

·       My Favorite Weapon – final part – Status: Plotted

Not Doing

·       Halwyn x reader – I quit watching the show before it got to this point so I don’t know who this is. I was going to try to do it anyway, but I don’t have the time or energy. Sorry.

 Criminal Minds

·       Hotch x short reader – may not follow plot asked for exactly but I’ll get you covered Status: thinking mode

·       Hotch x reader with everyone – a trip to Asylum 49 Status: Semi-plotted

 The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

·       A marcel gif request that has been in my box for a year. I suck I’m sorry. I am doing it though. Status: way, way, way overdue.

·       Klaus x wife reader and meddling Kol – Status: Plotted

·       Klaus x reader that helps him against Mikael. This one is in think mode. Thinking of doing a 20s thing maybe.

 NCIS

·       Gibbs Status: Plotted

 The Walking Dead

·       Negan x adopted daughter; Daryl x daughter – Changing request a bit but still doing Status: Plotted

·       Rick x reader – Status: Plotted

 True Blood

·       Eric x Reader x Godric Status: thinking stage

 Peaky Blinders

·       A Condition Part 2 (maybe 3) – Status: Plotted

 Jurassic World

·       Be Prepared Part 3 and 4 – Status: Plotted

 Buffy

·       Spike x reader – Status: Plotted

·       Spike x xander’s sister reader – Status: Semi-plotted

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

fem plus size mutant!reader, wc: 664.

a/n: OH ME OH MY!!! i haven't written for a new character in so long! it's so refreshing!! forgive me if logan is a bit ooc and a lot of things probably don't make sense, i'm still in the process of watching the movies so i tried to keep things as vague as possibly aside from the spoilers i've been given! i have fallen so deeply in love with this man so he will definitely be making an apperance on this acc more! ty for your request! @hicanivent

You never thought in all your years of living, you would be the one thing that managed to scare away Logan, and all it took was a kiss.

Maybe it was your fault or possibly the tension that had surrounded the two of you since you had joined the mutant school as another professor.

Either way, what was done is done, and you couldn’t sleep.

You stared up at your roof which was decorated with all sorts of plant vines. Though you were a mutant as well, your ability was minor. You were able to manipulate plants; you could make them move, grow, or wilt. It was nothing too impressive, but the children enjoyed your gardening class.

Gardening wasn’t the only thing you taught, there was also the history of different herbs and species of plants and how they were used throughout time. 

That’s where your dilemma of insomnia lies. With an aching heart and an active brain, essays sat delicately on your desk in your classroom, and you were contemplating on whether or not you should just grade them. The kids weren’t expecting them back anytime soon, but what else were you to do?

A part of you is afraid that maybe you’ll run into Logan stalking through the halls like he does sometimes when his brain gets too loud. It was like he always had something to run from, and somehow he’d always find himself knocking on your door at all hours of the night. Sometimes he wouldn’t even talk, just sit there and find comfort in your presence.

You weren’t ashamed to say that you’re worried about him, but Logan was probably the most stubborn man you had ever met, so if he didn’t want to do something, you couldn’t force him. Sometimes you wish you could.

You threw your blankets off of your body, sitting on the edge of the bed and held your head in your hands. You felt the exhaustion seeping into your bones and you let out a prolonged sigh.

A hesitant knock on your door pulled you out of your tired stupor, your head shooting up in alarm.

You honestly thought it was one of the kids, definitely not a very shaken up looking Logan.

A very bitter part of you wanted to turn him away, but a very extremely soft part of you – the part that was in love with him – led you to open up the door wider with a small encouraging smile on your face.

He looked unsure for a moment before breaking through the threshold. 

“I’m sorry.”  Was the first thing he had said before you even had a chance to turn around after shutting the door.

He was standing in the middle of your room, the midnight glow shining through your window casted an enchanting shadow against the naked skin of his arms that was exposed by his classic plain white undershirt. 

You don’t know how you managed to speak through the dryness of your throat.

“It’s okay.” You spoke quietly, looking up at him through tired eyes. “No it’s not.” He denied. You approached him slowly before you cupped his cheek. “But Logan, it is.”

Your words had a plethora of meanings behind them, that you forgive him, that you were waiting until he was ready. 

You stare at each other for a moment, his large battle worn hands rest on the plumpness of your hips, and the supernatural warmth of his body sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“If I kiss you, are you going to run away again?” You joke, breaking the intense atmosphere. 

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips ever so slightly. “Nah, I think I’ll stick around this time.”

Logan doesn’t give you time to retort because he had already found himself kissing you, the scruff of his mutton chops scratching at your cheeks ever so slightly. It tickled and you giggled, smiling into his mouth.

You felt him smile too.

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hey i was wondering, what would mornings look like with logan?

been loving your writing about it, it’s so soft xx

a/n: i'm writing right after writing fluff and now i'm all warm and fuzzy and this fic is sweet as can be :] i'm so happy you like my writing and i hope you like this too!!

Mornings with Logan are so so soft.

Good luck with getting out of bed to go to work or if you have something that you need to do in the morning, because nine times out of ten when you try to get out of bed Logan is going to fight you the whole way there.

He’ll try to coax you back into bed with him with sweet words and promises of a slow day full of breakfast in bed and cuddles. If that doesn’t work, he’ll just have to resort to the classics, physically preventing you from being able to move. He’ll hold you down as you squirm against him, your pleas falling on deaf ears as he peppers kisses on your face and on your neck.

Now with that, two things will happen: 

It’ll work and you’ll end up calling whoever you have to cancel or reschedule whatever you had to do before falling back asleep in his arms and waking up later in the day. Then it’ll just be full laziness from there on out. You’ll most likely be moving from one comfortable surface to another, possibly ending up on the couch for most of the day watching the show you only view with Logan.

Secondly he’ll actually end up letting you go, but it’s a moment of weakness you have to keep a keen eye out for to be able to catch it. 

On those days you like to do something sweet for Logan before you leave, running through your routine quickly so you can make him breakfast. Don’t make the mistake of bringing it to bed because that’s also a sticky little web you’ll be caught in, then all your efforts have gone to waste. It’ll take him a second to scramble out of bed, but when he does, he clings to you in the kitchen, forcing you to feed him as you tease each other.

Mornings with him always vary, but if there’s one thing that stays the same, you always end the day feeling full of love.

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I have recently become obsessed with Logan (I haven’t even seen the new movie yet!) I would love to request a bookworm!reader and Logan pairing. Like the two of them could not be more opposite and everyone is confused about why they are together except for them! Take your time I know you just got back from a break, I’m sure I’ll love whatever you do if you decide to do it! Even if you don’t decide to write it know that I think you’re awesome and really cool and I hope that you have sweet dreams and clear skin for the rest of your days 💕

fem plus size bookworm!reader, wc: 407.

a/n: this was such a welcome reprieve you don't understand! this fic literally has such a mystical vibe, i don't know how to even explain it. this is so seriously fluffy!!

Days spent with Logan are quiet ones.

Your dynamic is laughable really; the self-proclaimed hot-headed Wolverine often finds himself wherever you are, which is more often than not the school’s library. 

Sure, you have your own personal room with more than enough comfortable furniture to house your bottom, but you are attracted to the literary aesthetics that comes with being surrounded by constant knowledge and information.

You love the small sounds of pages of books being turned, pencils scratching on paper, and pens dropping to the floor, plus, it doesn’t hurt that there’s a large window that houses comfortable bay seating, giving you a cushiony view out into the gardens.

It feels like a breath of fresh air amongst the crime fighting and world saving. A reprieve.

Logan’s come to find himself enjoying the library as well. It’s hard for him to settle down, to get comfortable and just relax. He feels like he has to be on his a-game all the time when that simply is just not the case. There’s always another shoe to drop, because if there isn’t, what is he supposed to do?

Well, since he’s gotten with you, he just sits.

It’s not like you force him too or anything, he chooses to do it. He chooses to sit at your feet on the bay window as well, sometimes pulling them into his lap to massage your calves mindlessly. Sometimes he’ll even pick up a book for himself. 

That isn’t to say that there isn’t any silent chatter, but Logan’s a horrible whisperer, something that you’ve teased him about before. It took him a long time to realize that he’d do anything for you. He’d go where you’d go, and if that’s to somewhere as monotonous as the library, then so be it.

On days where he’s busy, he already knows where to locate you once he comes home, he doesn’t even have to rely on his enhanced smell, even though he does it anyway because you always wear his favorite perfume.

It’s always a serendipitous meeting when he finds you curled up in your spot. Sometimes you’re asleep, snoozing quietly with your head resting on the pane of the window, or you’re so lost in your own world that you don’t even notice him.

It’s okay, because he once recalls you telling him, “Even though I’ve lived hundreds of lives in my stories, this one will always be my favorite.”

He can’t help but agree.