I like the idea of him just being an overgrown ferret. I bet his ass sheds

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I like the idea of him just being an overgrown ferret. I bet his ass sheds
Deadpool: I'm gonna touch you.
Virgin!Reader who had asked Wade to guide them through the whole process for their first time: *Shocked Pikachu meme*
Deadpool realizing his error: .....That sounded wrong.
Deadpool: Im gonna touch you consentually.
LOGAN HOWLETT NESTING WITH A CUB
We all love our girl dad Logan, but i just cant stop thinking about this man's animalistic tendencies and instincts.
(this is really just my own thoughts)
No content warning
Just thinking of the fall season coming to an end. The harsh winters soon approaching.
Logan, who usually has his instincts under control, begins to feel the primal urge to create a warm and cozy safe place for his little cub (that he unintentionally adopted).
it all begins in the X manor.
Logan takes apart his bedframe and tosses his mattress in the corner of his room before setting out on a mission to gather all of the most soft and cozy materials around the manor.
Blankets.
Pillows.
Stuffing?
Clothes.
Animal pelts. (Charles is still wondering what happened to the bear rug that was in the lounge)
Staff and students begin to notice missing cushions in various lounging areas as Logan secretly accumulates a vast amount of 'bedding' for his nest.
All with intention to keep his cub safe from the harsh winter storming outside the mansion.
For hours, Logan is locked inside his bedrom.
Creating the perfect nest for him and his cub to nest in for the winters.
Laying out pillows and blanets across his matress to create a perfect enclosure to huddle up from the cold.
He's long forgot about controling his instincts. Now he soley runs on them at this time.
I imagine him pawing and patting at his materials to create the perfect cushion to huddle up in before rubbing and rolling himself around inside to rub his scent into everything.
A way of marking territory and creating the perfect nesting enviroment.
But before he deemed the nest ready for his cub to join, Logan considered thier own instrests in comfort and items they are familiar with.
So before Logan brings his cub to join his nest, he seeked out many of thier favorite toys and stuffed animals to bring into his new cozy enviornment.
After many hours of hunting and gathering materials around the mansion for his nest, Logan has fianlly deemed it worthy of his cub to join. (whether they wanted to or not)
Now comes the moment of truth to bring his cub to join him in the nest he's created for them for warmth.
I like to imagine that his cub is just fine sleeping among the other children of the x mansion before he sneaks in and carries them off kidnaps in the night to his own bedroom. (bonus points if he carries them by the scruff of their pj's like a mama cat carrying her kits)
FINALLY, Logan brings his cub into the nest he's created for them.
Laying them down into the various animals pelts and blankets hes gathered before surrounding them with thier favorite toys and stuffed animals.
Wrapping his arms around them, holdling them close for both warmth and protection.
Uncontrollable purring emits from his throat as he settle in, feeling the most comfortable he's ever felt.
Finally at peace. Everything just feels right for once.
Though this also leads to the following morning that Logan just flat out refuses to let his cub leave the nest.
Doesn't even let them leave the room.
Growls at anyone that comes by his bedroom.
Tells them to "fuck off" with a snarl and teeth bared.
Thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed. I may or may not go more into depth with this subject cause TRUST ME i gotta a lot of thoughts going through my head about this! I just LOVE when people write Logan with animalistic tendencies.
Erik: I can't get outside. Logan's in the kitchen eating. Charles: He doesn't mind too much when you walk by him and he's eating. Erik: No, he doesn't mind when *you* walk by him when he's eating. I, however, get growled at. Charles: Well, if you would stop trying to see how close you can get to his food before he bites-
Food Gaurding Logan
This but with my Spider-sona, Jasmine, and Wade in my style.
He pisses her off but somehow they are still close friends.. roommates even wink wink
Some more reference art below👇🏼
My second attempt and redesign of my Spider-sona. (cringe, i know)
I don't got too much lore piled up on her yet, but I still love her.🫶🏼
I mainly changed up her mask design because I kinda wanted to show off her pincers in her mouth, but I wasn't exactly sure what approach to take.
(First attempt)⬇️ unfinished
Initially, I created a metal jaw plate that opened and closed on command but didn't exactly like it too much. Felt a little complicated gonna lie.
But I'm settling in on the idea of piercings in her ears that configure into her mask using nano-tech.
I just really like the idea of her mask secretly being some mundane accessory. Similar to Miraculous Ladybug and her earrings, which is where I got the inspiration lol.
manhandling is so fun like sure u can put me over there i don’t mind
this made me giggle
Logan Howlett w/ a cub
Okay yall hear me out! Listen!
this has been in my head all week and i just cant stop thinking about it.
I really love when other people depict Logan in such a feral way as if he can't help but be a bit of animal at times which isnt really wrong considering some of his parts in comics.
I just really love the idea of Logan being feral all together, but I never really see anyone use that same concept towards the possiblity of him having a cub of somesort whether it occurs natually or through random adoption.
like how Deadpool adopted Puppins with ZERO hesitation and Logan reluctantly saved Laura from the military. (that movie made me bawl my eyes out)
either way, i hope yall get what Im trying to say and here is a story of what has been locked in my brain for weeks.
CONTENT: implied Poolverine if you squint, feral and animalistic Logan, May be very out of character, no NSFW.
please please PLEASE more hyperspermia with joel. maybe a longer fic where he just keeps filling reader over and over and over and talking sooo filthy. maybe sprinkle in some mean joel… 😔
(need this man #raw)
One more
Parings: mean!joel miller x fem!reader
Content warnings: explicit content 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, hyperspermia, degradation (calling reader 'milkslut', 'cumdump'), praise kink, cock bulge/belly bulge, cum inflation/swollen belly, hair pulling and slapping, possessive and mean!joel, choking (consensual), dirty talk, use of pet names 'babygirl' and 'sweetheart, excessive cum play, potential physical exhaustion/weakness of reader.
Word count: 1000
Your body's already trembling neath him, the sheets ruined, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, but dosent stop.
He can't.
He needs it.
Needs you. Like this.
He mutters something under his breath, something low and filthy and before gripping your hip, hauling you up onto your side. You're pliant, twitching, a gasp trapped in your throat as he rolls you, presses his chest to your back and sinks back inside your slick, aching cunt.
REIGNITING MY JOEL MILLER OBESSION ❤
I have officially fallen back into the rabbit hole of Still Wakes The Deep once again.
I have always been fascinated by the art of horror movies and games, especially when it comes to the aspect of body horror.
The story behind this game almost made me cry because it is so sad and heartfelt despite being a gruesome horror game.
Though I am mostly fascinated by the concept of the parasitic entity people have come to call The Shape.
Small rant SPOILER WARNING
This but with Logan and Wade in my style
Can't believe this movie has been out for over a year now
I love these weirdos so much🫶🏼💛❤️
🔞 poolverine
Need a fic named "the mating habits of a wolverine" or something where feral logan is ligit feral for his rut. Like ACTUALLY feral.
Feel free to use any of this, just tag me so I can read it
Im talking Wade brings him out to the woods, rents out a cabin but logan INSISTS that he dig a massive yet stable underground den near the cabin. One where wade goes along with everything logan wants to do, just curious about what comes naturally to him. Logan still lets wade in the house and what not. He esspecially likes to drag wade down there and mate with him; tuck him in lick his head purring before going out to hunt onlg to bring back something wade has to make inside the house cause Logan wants to eat it raw but wade dosn't. Logan, who breeds wade at random times, biting his neck and clawing him to stay still unless wade ragdolls and becomes completely and overly submissive because logan will just bite harder.
Someone asked me to elaborate on this post, so I will :3 (18+)
Logan is a man who has always been a pack animal—a sheep in need of a flock, if you will. As much as he can deny it, he thrives off of a need to belong, a need to be needed. He’ll never admit it, but the signs are there.
Being fiercely loyal, his devotion, violent towards anyone or anything that threatens his peace. With the X-Men he’s protective, but with you? It’s something else entirely.
When Logan finds a partner actually willing to stay with him—broken, animalistic thing that he believes himself to be—he holds on tight to them and refuses to let go. It’s an odd mix between a child holding onto its favorite doll and a dog sinking its teeth into its favorite chew toy—but the intent is the same regardless.
You’re his, and he’s never gonna let you go.
To say he would kill for you is truly an understatement—he would wage war for you, would watch the viscera river down his arms in streams—a privilege he offers to you and you alone, the only woman in the world he’d ever trust with his leash. It scares him, how much control you have over him, but it excites him all the same.
The best part? You truly have no idea how much power over him you have.
Even the simplest things have him bending over backwards for you, calling for him from across the house in that melodic voice he loves so much just to ask him for help.
“Could you help me with dinner?”
“Mind grabbing this for me?”
“I’m too lazy, sorry to be a bother—“
And the answer is the same each time—“You’re no bother princess, just say the word.”
He wants to scold you sometimes at the mere suggestion that his answer would ever be no. When it comes to you, he doesn’t think the word is in his dictionary. You have him deeply, truly, well trained, so much so that he’d gladly kneel at your feet if it meant you’d look down at him, because at the end of the day you’d still be looking at him.
Embarrassing really, that the big bad wolverine is secretly a lovedrunk puppy, one that’d dig his thumbs into the arches of your feet, smiling to himself when you let out that deliciously drawn out moan when he hits the right spot, right there, thank you.
However, that same puppy turns into a feral hound whenever he perceives a threat. Whether it be friend or foe, he’s one step behind you the moment you show any kind of discomfort. Even the slightest hint of hostility and Logan’s right there, chest puffed and glaring daggers at whoever was stupid enough to try, and that’s on the best of days.
On the worst of days…it’s a different story entirely. You’ve become far too familiar with the dulled sound of skin meeting metal, that familiar snikt before you’re forced to stand between Logan and his next victim. The two of you have gotten kicked out of your fair share of establishments, but Logan apologizes in a way only he can—with his mouth against your cunt.
Every lick, every suck, every touch, an apology. Muttering into your pussy, worshipping it, his tongue against your clit his own personal prayer, the sound of your moans his reward for being so devout.
“Sorry for getting us in trouble doll—“
His palms smooth over your trembling flesh, rough and calloused, just the right amount of pressure to keep you grounded.
“Sorry for getting you banned from your favorite shop—“
His fingers leave divots in your thighs, pulling himself further against your mound. His nose bumps against your clit with each pass, and the feeling leaves you gasping for air.
“Sorry for being so protective—“
Again and again, his mouth brings you to heights you never thought possible.
“Sorry for being so rough, just can’t help myself.”
In more ways than one, he really can’t, can’t take the man out of the beast if he’s more beast than man. Can’t teach a feral dog to socialize, but you can teach it who his master is.
And boy, do you fucking teach him.
You give him the best lesson of your life whenever you praise him, spread your legs and pull his head deeper into your needy cunt, dig your nails into his scalp just the way he likes it and moan for him while your thighs shake and your pussy squirts against his taste buds.
“Good boy, Lo’—good fucking boy—“
If he had a tail, it’d be fucking wagging.
AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!💜💜
i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3
"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.
Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.
It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.
This but with Logan in my style:
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When the feral cat becomes a sweet kitty cat
they call it "self insert" because im inserting myself inside of him
SURE AM‼️🗣🗣