#Logan sweet

[jadegreenbun]

it has been approximately 3000 years since i last posted Candymakers art. lets change that

[wonkasposition]

Not quite finished Logan sweet doodle

[mischievous-thunder]

Why you need to double-check before posting something:

P.S. The rebloggers:

[wisefoxluminary]

They have the purest father and daughter relationship. The way they are looking at each other with so much love. I think I'll cry.

[greatsnakestintin]

why he sit like that.

[brainrotcharacters]

Mothers and fuckers of the ketchup and mustard household (I'm going even more insane than usual)

[princetenkoo]

Wanna Take You There (2024)

[groovyangelkisses]

oh to have logan lightly tap your butt, click his tongue and say "c'mon baby, up to bed, let's go" when he wants to cuddle after a long mission :(

[fuckoffwade]

"Say that again, bub?"

Muscle anatomy is my downfall! I have to relearn everything all over again if I want to draw my baby boy.

[kendyroy]

just two dudes on a lil road trip together. nothing could go wrong

[bethsvrse]

when they give off too sweet by hozier vibes>>

[jadegreenbun]

logan sweet da pokemon trainer :D i imagine in a pokemon au, certain pokemon are kept around the life is sweet factory to help make some of the candy. logan probably favors fairy types due to their association with sweet things, but generally likes and uses any food related pokemon

his team is swirlix, milcery, and dipplin!

idk if ill do the others

[angelflms]

so sabrina carpenter and jenna ortega just said "what if we did deadpool & wolverine for the sapphics?" and act like we weren't gonna notice.

like.... hello???

[mischievous-thunder]

Poor little emotionally stubborn feral old kitty :"3

[wwolvie]

logan meeting mariko

[fartcloudfartcloud]

Logan Howlett x Reader

(1.5k words) This one is for all my not at all nonchalent a little crazy women out there. I love writing dialogue and I love picking on boys :) No warnings, no sex or anything weird, this is just tooth rotting fluff and sillyness. Enjoy :)

edit: I said no sex or anything weird, there's atleast 1 line of logan mocking you by fake moaning, so do with that what you will 😭

The night has long settled on the mansion. It has been a long time since darkness in the building was paired with silence, but these days you and the rest of the staff have been granted the privilege.  

Logan wouldn't call it a privilege, more like slightly annoying at best. He enjoyed chatting with the students wandering the halls, he talked often in private that those were the moments that made staying here worth it.  

However, the silence does lend you moments like these.  

You’d woken up to muffled voices on the other side of your wall. Logans wall, you corrected yourself as you smelt the musky cologne in the sheets. Speaking of which, there was a shocking amount of his sheets pooled over your form to be snuggling with the blanket hog himself, and flapping your arm onto his side of the bed proved your theory.  

He must be in the lounge, putting together the muffled voice coming through the cracks in the door with the vacancy next to you. You hopped out of his bed with a groan. 

 You were insatiable these days, not in terms of sex our arousal or any of that sort, but recently it feels like you can't get enough of him. 

No matter how close he held you, it wasn't enough. You wanted to climb into his chest, smother yourself in his scent and warmth. 

 You call it cuteness aggression, he called it being a pain in my ass, but you can't stop biting him. Youd begged him to let you suck light purple hickeys onto his bicep, and he had to pull you off by the scruff of your neck like a dog.   

So, to say you were troubled by the loss of his form next to you was an understatement. You craved him, his smell and his warmth and the way his chest purred when he breathed, and you wouldn't be able to sleep until you had him.  

You padded your socked feet toward the door and out of his room, the loud squeaky door giving away your movement immediately. He whipped his head around towards you, eyes softening upon seeing your sleepy form. Your hair was messy and tangled, and your shirt was riding up your hip, your sleeping shorts rolled up crooked, but you looked delightful to him.  

“Hey baby,” Logan whispered over his shoulder, quickly scrambling to pause the tv so he could give you his full attention. “You alright?”  

You nod, feet slowly shuffling towards him. “Can't sleep without you,”  

“Oh, baby I’m sorry,” He groans sympathetically as he’s throwing the blanket on his lap to the side and motioning you over. “Come ‘ere gorgeous.” 

He had you wrapped in his arms in moments, draping your body over his as you snuggled into him. He holds you against his chest firmly, planting gentle kissing to the crown of your head and savoring your smell.  

“Sorry baby. Shouldn't have left you alone,” The apology sincere and quiet as he whispers it between butterfly kisses. You grumble in response, nuzzling your head further into his neck and squeezing him. Your eyes were heavy and full of sleep, instantly soothed now that you were back with your lover.  

“It's cause you're mean,” you tease from your spot under his chin, just enough gusto left in you to poke fun. His chest shakes as he chuckles at you, “cause I’m mean, huh?” He matches your tone in response. 

You just nod your head. He chuckled again, although the sound was more akin to a giggle. “I know baby. Got it so bad, trapped here with your big mean boyfriend,” 

Your tough facade slips, giggling at his response as he rubs his hands across your back and waist. You just squeeze him tighter and nod again.  

“Ya don't talk all this shit when I got your legs in the air, princess,” you huff out a feigned gasp, smacking his chest at the inappropriate jest. 

 “Shhh that's not funny”, He cuts you off to continue his teasing, “Actually if I remember correctly, you were all worked up rambling something like ‘oh my big strong boyfriend! You treat me so good baby!’”  

His voice pitches up as he mocks you playfully, moaning and whimpering as you cringe. “Thats not what I sound like!” You retort, smacking his chest and play fighting as you prop your head up to scowl at him. 

“No, you’re right baby, you're right,” you relax, hands coming to rest on his chest as you think his line of teasing is over. 

“You sounded more like ‘uh fuck Logan right th-!’ His little show was suddenly ruined by your hands flying up and covering his mouth, the two of you suddenly tussling on the lounge couch.  

“Are you 12?!” You whisper yell into his face, both your limbs flying as you try to shut him up and he attempts to pin your wrists. It's playful and silly and both of you are red faced and giggling, trying your hardest to stay quiet.  

It's not long before he’s got you successfully flipped over and pinned on your back; wrists pressed beside your head firmly. He’s now hovering over you, both of you panting with goofy lopsided smiles stuck to your face.  

“See? I told you, look how mean you are!” Your eyes flicker from each wrist, a pout on your lips to play up you're teasing. Logan huffs, “It's not mean if you were asking for it, princess,”  

“Yeah right,” You catch his eyes as you look up at him. He is so beautiful. “Give me a kiss,” You whisper, puckering your lips and straining your neck up towards Logans face in an amusing scene.  

“You think you deserve a kiss after all that?” He teases, his face just out of reach. You pout and relax back on the couch.  

“You know you are NOT winning your big meanie pants case right now?”  His eyes crinkle as he laughs at you and your attitude, slowly relaxing his hold on your wrists and allowing you to drape your hands over his shoulders. Despite what he thought was an act of kindness, your scowl did not falter. 

“I didn't know I had a case,” He murmurs, kissing your wrist and moving his hands down to your waist. You nod intently, “yep, you do. And actually, the results are in, and they said you're guilty,” you keep nodding, so sure of yourself. 

He quirks his lip, “guilty, huh?” You nod with a soft mhm, “They gonna to come lock me up, sweetheart?” he swoons, head falling down to kiss your neck. He slowly rests his whole-body weight down and wraps himself around you, getting comfortable again after your little attack.  

“Well, the punishment is usually um... life... in prison,” He hums, nodding his head but slowly losing himself in the comfort of your plush curves. “But they said if you kiss your girlfriend and tell her your sorry and you love her, they might dismiss the charges,” 

He laughs against your skin, his head popping up to look at you as he speaks. “Very fair justice system,” You both nod, giggling at each other and the silliness of your scenario.  

His big palm comes up and gently caresses your cheek, pulling you into a slow kiss. “I'm sorry I left you by yourself,” He whispered into your skin tenderly as he pulled away, his eyes big and soft reflected in the tv light as he spoke. 

“And...” You prompt him. He hangs his head lowly, “And I’m sorry I said you didn't deserve a kiss,” he punctuated his point by softly kissing you again, his hands still gently holding your face.  

“And say you're sorry for fuckin moaning like that too,” Its half a joke, half not. He laughs, head falling against your chest, “I don't know if I’m sorry for that baby” You smack his arm lightly as he's still laughing at your antics.  

“Alright alright, I’m sorry I very accurately enacted the way you sound when we have sex,” You roll your eyes hard at him.  

“You’re insufferable,” he kisses your throat and clavicle as you speak to him, “you love me, baby.” You kiss the top of his head, all fight gone from you and back to just wanting to feel him.  

“I love you a lot, Logan,” His head pops up again, his eyes much more tender and serious this time. He kisses you in response, the meaning clear as he pulls away and practically has hearts in his eyes.  

“By the way the court also said you must carry your girlfriend to bed and cuddle her until she falls asleep.” You murmur with a giggle. He’s already shoving his hands underneath you and scooping you into his arms before you can finish the sentence, arms looped around his neck as he carried you effortlessly.  

“I was gonna do that either way, princess.”