do you ever look at a man and think i need you in the most disgusting, vile, pathetic, animalistic, disturbing, vulgar and morally questionable way possible
i wish issues with daily hygiene due to mental illness were talked about more. i feel like it’s the elephant in the room when it comes to symptoms of debilitating disorders.
so i’m proud of everyone who brushed their teeth, washed their face, showered, and/or put on fresh underwear today. and it’s ok if you haven’t done all or any of those (i know i’ve only done the first two); i’m still so proud of you for managing and surviving another day. keep going you’re doin good.
Contents: Logan Howlett x fem reader, suggestive content, sleepy cuddles, mentions of biting + heavy marking, they love eachother A LOT, you call him daddy, he calls you mama <3
Logan stirred awake, soft linen constricting around his body. His pillow had been tossed to the side somewhere in his slumber, leaving his arm tingling from supporting his head all night. He was feeling without thinking, and the first thing his brain registers is you twisted up in the sheets along with him.
Your bare chest was against his back, arm wrapped loosely around Logan's torso. Steady exhales fan the nape of his neck. Listening to your relaxed breathing prolonged his state of not-quite-asleep, not-yet-awake.
He gently lifts your arm, releasing himself from your grasp. You kept him in your embrace throughout the night, shielding him from the world within your tender cage. He frees his own limbs and turns to face you.
There you lay and it was a sight to be seen. Completely nude, hair matted, and covered in love bites from your sternum to your thighs. Logan is currently fixated on how raw your nipples appeared, smack dab in the middle of a field of hickeys on your breasts. If you were to turn over, he'd see the mark from when he sunk his canines into the flesh of your ass.
He felt an arrogant sense of pride. It was as if he was an artist viewing his masterwork in a gallery. All lights on you- displayed for a single adoring audience member.
Your vision is narrow as you slowly open your eyes. The soft yellow light of the morning sun stung your retinas. Annoying birds chirp outside the bedroom window but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when the first thing you see today is him.
Logan was also nude. Naked and covered in multiple layers of sticky, dried sweat. His hair didn't fare any better than yours and was sticking up every which way. The canvas of his neck and chest remained mostly blank, but not for a lack of trying. Still, there were faded smears of lipstick from when you sucked at his warm, salty skin.
The both of you looked, sounded, and smelled like sex.
"Are you up, mama?" Logan groused in that low, strained voice. The voice that only those who have the of pleasure waking up next to him get to experience.
Thoughs of the night previous entered your mind and gee, Logan really tested your flexibility this time around. You groaned, voice raspy as you stretched out your aching legs. He thinks to himself that when he eventually gets up for the day, he'll make you some tea for the sore throat you must have. Extra honey and a squeeze of lemon.
"Mnn... Not yet, daddy," you mumbled before Logan takes you back into his arms.
do you ever tire of how, like, dramatic anxiety is?? it’s like. bitch. bitch. it’s not that serious. we’ll live. it’ll probably be a pain in the ass, but we’ll live. so stop making me feel like i’m actively dying.
you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and it’s like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. that’s how god keeps you humble
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