#cg!logan howlett

[spacecowboyy0]

i lovelove your writing i just know logan would be an amazing caregiver like he can pick anyone up no matter what:))

thank you! i’m blushing :) i can totally see him picking up little!reader playfully but also when he needs to get shit done

omg i just realized that you could’ve meant that logan can figuratively pick anyone up (like their mood) but i totally went literal woops!

-you have a doctor’s appointment to discuss your medication but your previous experiences with your doctor have been invalidating and discouraging

-you begrudgingly got dressed this morning but putting on your shoes is too much

-you sit on the floor, staring at your shoes, glaring at them

-logan comes through the door after putting your bag in the car

-“alright kid, those shoes aren’t gonna bite’cha”

-you huff and roll your eyes, staring at the ground

-he walks over to you, crouching down to your level and grabs your shoes

-as he puts on your shoes, he tries to comfort you

-“look i know that this doctor is not your favourite but i’ll be with you this time, and we’ll actually get what you need.”

-you mumble something and logan doesn’t push you to speak up

-patience and grace is what you need

-that being said, when he finishes tying your laces, he stands up and throws you over his shoulder

-he knows you well enough to know that you won’t willingly get in the car without his help

-hence why you’re upside down, staring at his back as he carries you to the car

(the appointment goes well, you get your needs met, and logan advocates for you, all is well)

shoutout to the ppl who dread doctor’s appointments

[agere-fics]

cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now

pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader

CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them

word count: 0.6k

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you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.

why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?

you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.

you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.

you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.

blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.

"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.

"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."

"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.

"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.

logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.

he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.

"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.

Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.

you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.

daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.

♡

[bunny-sav]

Wisdom Teeth

cg!old!logan x little!fem!reader

An ache in your jaw wakes you up, as the pain radiates all throughout your mouth. You had just gotten your wisdom teeth out the day before, the anesthesia pretty much worn off. Whimpering into your pillow, not wanting to annoy your Papa, fat tears roll down your cheeks as the pain becomes even more unbearable in your regressed state. Little did you know, Logan always heard when his baby whines, cries, whimpers and all of the above.

You hear his thick boots hit the floor and the door squeak open along with a thick, but soft, voice, “Sweetpea, you ok?”

The whimper you let out tells Logan all he needs to know and immediately he engulfs you in his arms. “There, there honeybun. Papa’s gonna get you some medicine bub.” He kisses your cheek and returns to the kitchen, coming back moments later with some ibuprofen and an ice pack.

“C’mere babydoll,” he coos as he pulls you into his lap, gently helping you take your meds. “There’s a good girl, whose papa’s sweet baby?” he coos even more as he softly boops your noise, a giggle leaving your lips. He smiles and softly kisses you on the cheek and holds the ice pack against your jaw.

A pout forms on your lips as you gaze up at him, “ ‘urts papa,” you softly whimper and his eyes immediately go soft. “Oh I know babygirl, did that mean ‘ol Dr. take out your teethies?” He baby talks, leaving a small blush on your face as you shyly nod into his chest.

A deep chuckle erupts from his chest as he holds you closer, warm hand stroking your back.

“Shh Papa’s right here angel, he’s got you baby.” His presence immediately calms you, as your eyes grow heavier by the minute. Pretty soon, your breathing gets heavy as soft snores leave your mouth.

His hand never leaves your back as he softly pats it, humming an old timey song that he loves. He gently kisses your cheek before cooing, “Papa loves you angel. Forever and always.” 💗

[cinnam0n-4ngel]

cg!storm & cg!logan - 🌧️🧸🌨️

the best caregivers on the whole planet

would constantly play/take you outside

cuddles are a CONSTANT

they would just be amazing (can u tell they are my favs)

[logans-little-badger]

Kicking, screaming and clawing at my hair.

WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE STUFF ON CG!WOLVERINE?!

WHERE’S MY PAPA?!!

[spacecowboyy0]

cg wolverine with little reader whose stomach always hurts maybe because something they ate but it just always hurts

thank you anon for your request! my first one! i went in a bit of a different direction but i hope it’s still comforting

~300 words

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You woke up during the night, first recognizing the pain in your stomach before any other sense. The room was dark and you could hear Logan snoring softly beside you. You curled into a ball trying to ease the pain. You tried to be quiet, hoping the white noise machine would hide your little sounds of pain.

You really didn’t want to wake Logan but you weren’t feeling any better and you needed some help. You tapped his shoulder lightly.

“Papa?” He was lying on his back so you could see his eyes flutter open, searching for you.

“Yeah pumpkin? What’s up?”

“Hurts.” You teared up a bit. You were tired. The day before had been a long day of pain spent on the couch. You just needed some relief. “Just wan’ it to go way!”

“I know sweetheart, how about I massage your stomach?”

“Yes please.” You turned onto your back, grimacing at the spike of pain at the movement.

Logan sat up, grabbing the small bottle of oil on his beside table and putting a few drops in his hand. After putting the bottle back, he used his other hand to lift your shirt.

Logan had watched some youtube videos about massages to soothe stomach pain. They seemed to work, even if only temporarily. You closed your eyes as his hands worked the oil into your skin, his soothing motions lessened the tension in your stomach.

He pulled your sleep shirt back down and rubbed the remainder of the oil into his dry knuckles.

“You feeling’ better bub?”

“Yeah Pa.” Your voice was a quiet whisper now, relaxed and ready to drift back to sleep. Although you didn’t see it, he smiled softly and laid back down beside you, pulled you closer to him. Before falling asleep himself, he kissed your temple and rested his head on his pillow.

[agere-fics]

Pretty Kitty

pairing: cg!logan howlett x little!reader

word count: 683

content warnings: cursing, usage of "daddy" and "dada", mean guy judging both you and wolvie

summary: you paint logan's nails!

@sleepyboy-stuff you seemed interested in this so i tagged you!

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For years in the making, an after battle nap became routine. He couldn't just nap anywhere, though. It had to be on brown, leather couch in the x-mansion living space. The couch was old, worn, tattered, even blown up a few times. But damn if it didn't lead to the best sleep Logan's had in ages.

He wouldn't consider himself a light sleeper but something definitely triggered his consciousness. Shuffling, movement, soft mumbles. Someone was here.

He groaned and squinted his eyes open, tensing at the blurry figure next to him. He shifted away from it quickly. Who would even dare to- oh.

"Don't move, daddy, you'll mess up my artwork!" you whined.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Logan wasn't under attack. It was simply his sweet little bub kneeling beside the couch, holding his hand and painting red onto the nail of his pinky finger.

"Hey, bub." he muttered.

You turned to look at him with bright, sparkling eyes. You were so happy to see him. "Have a good nap, daddy?"

"You know it." he rumbled.

Your eyes shifted back to your task at hand. You brushed a bit more red onto his pinky finger, trying very hard not to get polish on his skin. Daddy wouldn't care but you knew you would care. It's got to be perfect for daddy!

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Making daddy a pretty kitty." You picked up his limp hand and showed him your work so far. Logan didn't mind the nickname. He liked anything you gifted him.

However, he did quirk his brow at a certain implication. "Wait a minute, I thought you said I was already pretty?" A sliver of a smile poked through his serious facade. He can't actually be serious with you, you're way too cute for him to be all grumpy, wumpy. You've got him tied around your finger and he's a-okay with that.

"Wait but you are, daddy! You are! I'm just uhhhhh...." You looked around the room, aimlessly searching for an answer. "OH, I'm making you even prettier! The mostest prettier ever!"

The sliver of a smile turned into a full grin. He sat up and observed his now painted hand. "What colors did you use?" He wouldn't be your daddy if he didn't test your knowledge just a little bit.

"I used some red and pink and blue, oh and orange, and only a little yellow cause it's basically empty, see?" You turned the bottle upside down and shook it before tossing it to the side. "Do you like your nails, daddy?"

Logan lifted his hand, moving it this way and that. Up, down, left, right, sideways, up ways, down ways, more ways. You patiently waited for his approval with wide eyes. "Of course, I do, pumpkin. It's perfect."

You pulled him closer by his shirt, jutted your lip, lowered your brows, and squinted your eyes. With your other hand you pointed at him very sternly. It took everything in Logan to not coo at your cutely angry expression. Your face was scrunched, just like your daddy does sometimes. "Never take it off, daddy."

"Don't worry," he giggled. "I won't."

"What's happening here?" came a voice.

Mr. Butern... the professor of mutation genetics. When did he get here? "Turning into a pretty little princess, huh, Logan?" he scoffed and began to walk away.

Logan moved quickly and shoved the professor against the wall. His claws came out to play, pricking at the meanie's neck.

"Say another word and I will slice your fucking head off-"

"Daddy, that's a bad word!" you scolded.

Your daddy turned to face you. "Apologies, pumpkin." He turned back round. "Now, you tell my little one how good of a job they did."

The other guy stuttered, shaking so bad he must be a milkshake inside. "You d-did a good j-job."

Daddy dragged him to the tattered couch and shoved him down. "Sit your ass down."

Daddy's face immediately went from angry to mushy mush as he looked at you. "Bub, I think you should give him a makeover, too."

"Right on it, Dada!"

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[bunny-sav]

i just read a fic about worst!logan’s universe having little/caregiver/neutral classifications and my gosh!! that’s so cutie 🥺 i want him to snuggle me and feed me a baba like a lil baby 🤧

RAHHH HE’D BE THE BEST PAPA

[cinnam0n-4ngel]

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes-

[🐾] cg!logan howlett moodboard

very self indulgent!!

[cinnam0n-4ngel]

christmas with cg!storm & cg!logan - ❄️ 🎄 🧸

rahhhhhh im obsessed with them

thinking of the cuddles and spending winter in a cozy little cabin, jdjsmwnwnwm i need more headcanons abt them :c

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

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[x-daycare]

Caregiver Logan moodboard

based on our Wolverine :D this was my first time trying something like this, I hope it came out alright. - Rogue

[patchedpawz]

Little!Logan + Cg!Wade ⋆ . 𐙚 ˚ !

wanting attention </3

Doodle from last night I waited to post today

[lttl3babybug]

Could I request Cg! Logan headcanons please 🥺👉👈

Thank you and have a good night💜💜💜

Course!! ^^

Cg!Logan Howlett headcanons!

🐾Logan knows how to look after kids, he took care of Laura didn’t he?

🐾He may not fully understand it at first but that doesn’t mean he’s judging you! Not at all

🐾He’ll do his research and ask questions before he gets a decent enough understanding to accept your request to be your cg

🐾Tries his best not to smoke or swear around you but sometimes he’ll accidentally curse leading to a shocked silence

🐾He gives you the ‘don’t you dare’ dad look because he just knows you want to say the woopsie word he said

🐾Course if you do repeat after him there’s no punishment, just a little ‘babies don’t say those words’ and a disapproving glare

🐾Won’t admit how much he loves the little gifts you give him

🐾Course he’ll say thank you and give your hair a little ruffle or a quick kiss on the cheek but those little rocks or drawings you give him mean so much to him

🐾He loves going outside with you so when the first gift you gave him happened to be a pretty rock you found he kept it in that jacket pocket and hasn’t taken it out

🐾Logan himself loves being outdoors, he can run freely and just relax so getting to be in one or his favourite places with his favourite person? Sign him up

🐾Challenges you to races around the park or to find stuff while you’re out just to keep your brain going

🐾Has picked you up and jokingly threatened to toss you into lakes and rivers

🐾One of those dads who gets so anxious if you’re too close to the edge

🐾Literally gripping onto your hand like you’ll fly away the moment you lean over to say hello to the duckies

🐾Begrudgingly agrees to tea parties

🐾He’ll let you put tiaras on him or little fairy wings because it makes you happy

🐾If you’re not into tea parties he’s partial to playing doctor with you

🐾Sitting with your play stethoscope against his chest while you give him some crazy diagnoses

“You’ve got a missing lung and 10 minutes to live. I’ll do everyfin’ I can but i don’t fink you’re gonna make it sir” you say with a solemn expression and a sad sigh as you held back a laugh. Logan looked down at you and blinked, “..I came in your a sore ankle doctor..”

🐾If you’ve got long hair he’ll sit and braid it for you while you’re watching tv or colouring

🐾He even learns how to braid ribbons into your hair and put them at the ends of the pigtails

[logans-little-badger]

Found dis on TikTok

[ssspace-cadet]

cg!logan headcanon that when you’re feeling insecure about something and telling him about it with those teary eyes, he lets out a sigh, crouches down and puts his hands around your head tenderly, eyes looking directly into yours.

“Hey, look at me, no, eyes on me kid. There we go, better. Now say it with me, I-“

“I...”

“Am.”

“A-am—“

“Loved.”

“Loved..”

“Great job kid.”

he gets up, grunting slightly, then looks down at you.

“C’mon, we’re watching a movie.”

he’ll gently put a hand out onto your head, tucking you close to his side and walking with you to the living room, grabbing the blanket and laying it over you while massaging your head with his hand.