Need So Desperately To Be In Logans Lap While He Runs His Hands Through My Hair And Mumbles How Pretty

need so desperately to be in logans lap while he runs his hands through my hair and mumbles how pretty i am

pre-serum steve ♥

mdni, 18+

bunnygirl!reader and her big bad wolverine bf... walk with me for a moment

he adores your soft, floppy ears and finds any excuse to touch them and is particularly fond of grabbing the pair of em in one hand and yanking your head softly, especially while he's fucking you into oblivion :)

"c'mon bun, it's no fun if i don't get to see you cum..." you whimper at logan's rough voice and the steady grip his has on your hip and ears, pulling your head back at a too far angle away from the mattress as he ruts into you from behind, licking his lips at the sight of your fucked out face.

your tail twitches and he lets out a low rumbling laugh, a sound that from any one else would have the prey part of your brain screeching in fear :(

instead you just cried out, tugging your head out of his hands to moan into the fluffy pillows of your shared nest as he grinds deep enough into you, you can practically feel him in your throat :(

logan can't stop goading you, off hand comments about being fucked like a rabbit in heat as if he wasn't the one doing the fucking, how your pussy was sucking him in he didn't even have the decency to pull all the way out before punching back into your cunt and how cute your hybrid babies would look, wait, what?!with all his dark hair and those sweet floppy ears he loves...

rewatched fantastic four and was reminded of my life for johnny storm 💗

he hit me and it felt like a kiss ♡⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

hii!! i was wondering if you could write a short blurb about logan with a very stressed kind of partner, maybe with college work or somethung similar and gets easily anxious and overwhelmed. thank you!!!!

ease -logan howlett

every night, logan watched as you sat in the dining room and worked on essay after essay. you always asked him to let you work in peace which he always respected but lately, you've been staying up late and barely eating. he knew he had to step in soon.

"why don't ya' take a break, babydoll?" logan called from the couch.

for the past twenty minutes, he's been listening to your foot tap rapidly against one of the wooden table legs. it wasn't as annoying as it was worrisome.

"can't." your pen clicks three times. "gotta study for my test on monday."

you return to your scribbling of notes, missing how logan gets up to join you at the table with a beer in his hand. he pulls out the chair next to you and pats his lap.

"c'mere." logan says. the dark circles around your eyes break his heart. "please, baby. five minutes."

"five minutes." you sigh, giving in to him.

within seconds, logan places you in his lap. you tuck the side of your face into his neck while your feet dangle back and forth. logan wraps his arms around your waist, letting you get as comfortable as you need. he could feel your body relax against his. logan places a kiss against your temple while listening to you talk about the class you were taking.

there was something about logan's presence that always put you at ease. he spoke to you in more ways than just verbal communication. his arms were the safest place in the world for you to be.

five minutes turned to ten which turned to thirty. eventually, you fell silent except for a few soft snores. logan finishes his beer, listening to your heartbeat before carefully picking you up and carrying you bridal style into your bedroom. as he places you against the soft sheets, you begin to stir softly.

"shh..." logan whispers to you. "go back to bed, princess."

too tired to fight him on this, your body curls against the sheets. logan undresses you and throws his shirt over you to sleep in. when he climbs in next to you, your body retorts back to its natural state against his. logan always told you that he was the lucky one in your relationship but you were pretty lucky to have him too.