Weeping I Love Him So Much This Was Perfect

weeping i love him so much this was perfect 😭🤍✨🥲🥹

p.s. delicious prose, as always

Kinktober #9

9. Anal// Praise Kink // Food Play

Logan Howlett is a weak, weak man. 

He doesn’t ask for much nowadays. Years of self- neglect and attempts to find perdition at the bottom of a bottle have wrung a lot of the strength out of him. He can still fight when he has to, sure, but mostly he’s happy to just let life beat him down. Feels like it’s what he deserves. 

Oh, but then he met you. 

You with your candy-sweet words and soft hands. You who reached out to him with tenderness even when he acted like a stray mutt, hackles raised and a bite at his gums. You who offered him endless patience and the kindest piece of your heart until he stopped trying to snarl away your affection and came willingly into your arms. 

An angel, truth be goddamn told. 

He’d do anything to hear how happy he makes you. Serve you like a loyal dog at your side. 

His face is buried between your legs, fucking you with his tongue like he was put on this earth to do it. You reach down to bury your fingers in his hair, tug him closer. He growls against you in pleasure. Yes. Use him, it’s what he was made for.

“Oh Logan, that’s it… fuck, just like that…”

He presses his face impossibly deeper into you. Takes in a deep breath to surround himself with your musk. Fuck. He drips into his jeans, bucking up into nothing just at the thought of fucking you properly. If he keeps going you’ll say those words, those words which drive him crazy, which he lives to hear…

“You’re so good for me, Lo…”

Ah, fuck. Yeah. There it is. Logan closes his eyes and gets lost in the sound of your praise and the taste of your sex. His tongue swiping flat and rough at you over and over until he tastes you orgasm on his tongue, swallowing it down like ambrosia. 

Though you’re boneless on the mattress you beckon him closer. He throws off his clothes in a hurricane of flannel and denim, pressing himself against your hole and sliding fully inside you. You keen and throw your head back. 

“So good, baby… so goddamn good for me… love you so much…”

He fucks you to the mantra of your honeyed words, slow and dripping like molasses from your sweet mouth. The wet slap of skin on skin creates a symphony around the bedroom. You dig your nails into his biceps and hold onto him for dear life. 

He’d do anything for you. Just so long as you tell him you love it. Love him. 

And you always will.

thank u chappel

It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

i know y'all prefer x reader works but i lowkey reaaaaaally want to make an xmen self insert oc...

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Just a little something for you Deadpool and Wolverine babies out there.

Psssst, I'm on the ship train too <3 ;D