A shrieking eel themed pocket pussy. It looks like a shrieking eel’s mouth and when you thrust in and out there can be a button for it to make the sounds as you do.
GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.
Summary: A tough day at work combined with overstimulation leads to a meltdown, which naturally leads to Logan’s lap, which of course leads to him trying to help in his own way.
Edited and beta'd by @pidgelikethebird
Your head was absolutely throbbing. The drive to work was hell, the people at work were assholes, and somehow closing for the day was even more difficult than normal. Everything was going wrong, and your brain has been doing too much. It’s all too much.
You only half paid attention when you drove home, or as you basically rattled the apartment when you slammed the door shut behind you. It was pure autopilot all the way to your bed. Plopping face first onto the bed, reality finally sunk in. The tears started coming no matter how much you didn’t want them to. Everything was too loud and too bright; even though only the fan was on in the room, and the only light on was from the kitchen on the other side of the door. Too much, too much, too-
You felt the bed dip next to you.
“Babe?” A voice cuts through your thoughts. You hear a sigh. “Honey, look at me.”
“Mmh.”
“Scoot over.”
You half heartedly moved onto your other side and curled yourself around him the best you could as soon as he made contact. He smelled like his cigars and the cologne you bought him last time you had dragged him to the mall.That had been a nice day..
“What’s got you all upset?”
You snuggled your face closer into his thigh. You audibly sighed as he started running his fingers through your hair. It was pleasant, the methodical way those large fingers ran across your scalp.
“Alright,” he gives a quick tug on your hair “you want me to listen or to help?”
By some miracle you managed to hold in the noise that wanted to leave your lips. His eyes were steady and his eyebrows were relaxed. He could make all of the dizzy thoughts form new shapes- he always makes everything better.
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“There you go, good boy.”
He had turned off all the lights and led you into the living room. You were kneeling on a pillow in between his legs, your head just resting on his inner thigh as he ran his fingers through your hair again and again in no sort of pattern, now and again giving your hair a nice tug.
“I wanna try something, you trust me pretty boy?”
You just sighed into his thigh, pressing your nose into where your head rested.
“I’m gonna put somethin’ over your eyes, okay?,” you felt something very soft slip over your face “There you go, sweetheart, good job.”
If you could purr you would. The blindfold wasn’t uncomfortable; some sort of soft fabric lined the inner part of it, and instead of the ones with the thin horribly textured straps you’ve tried in the past, it’s thick bands and were made out of that same soft material.
“Feel aright? Not too tight? Scratchin’ you?”
You just shook your head on his leg, enjoying the semi rough texture of his jeans on your chin. He sighed, continuing on with massaging your scalp. The day had been so long and rough. Knitting your eyes tighter, the highlight reel of the day passed by; people yelling at you for things you couldn’t control, the nasty side comments, and all the mayhem of trying to just-
“Sweetheart,” Logan tightened his hold on the spot he had just been playing with “none of that now. Just want ya to breathe. Focus on me.”
You could do that. The alternating soft and rough touches to your hair. Rubbing your chin and side of your face on his warm thigh, finding a comfortable area in the hard muscles. The scent of the fabric softener you both use mixing in with all that was him. All you had to do was sit and he would take care of you. You could just let your mind drift away. Warm and fuzzy clouds settled over your head, no real thoughts floating through them.
“Attaboy, bein’ so good for me. Relax your jaw baby.”
An involuntary humm tickled your throat.
“Relax baby, relax that jaw.”
You were, you were trying at least, but it wasn’t working. All the thoughts jumbled back in with a vengeance- you were so stupid, couldn’t even follow such simple directions- great, now you’re crying. Gods you were being such a fucking cry baby. It wasn’t even hard, just relax your fucking jaw, relax like he-
“Hey, pretty boy.” He snaps you out of your downward spiral. “Just breathe in through your nose- good boy.”
In through the nose, out through the mouth. Easy. Once you were breathing at a slower pace, you felt his fingers trace your cheek. He settled on a spot and rubbed the pad of his thumb in small circles.
“You still there?”
Your brain had failed to actually come up with a verbal response other than a little grunt. He chuckled at the noise.
“I’m gonna put my cock in your mouth, sweetheart, all you gotta do is hold it there. Tap once.”
You tapped and the sound of his zipper was fast behind. The hand that had been rubbing circles shifted slightly to move you closer.
“Open up.”
You obeyed, sighing at the nice weight and familiar feel of him. On instinct, you ran your tongue around him, drawing out a low grunt from Logan.
“Take it easy,” he reminded, “just relax. “
His fingers started again though your hair. No thoughts to be had, just basking in the heat of his thigh and the weight in your mouth.
You did as he instructed, but trying to hold your tongue still for so long was difficult. It started as just little twitches- after no real reaction you tried to see how far you could push it. This wasn’t like when you’d given him blow jobs in the past. He was half flaccid, and judging by his even breathing, seemed mostly uninterested. A single idea popped up in your blissfully empty head. You made a more deliberate movement with your tongue; pushing it upward and sliding it towards his tip in a slow rhythm. It wasn't long before his dick began to twitch from the stimulation. Mixing in a few shallow swallows with the movement felt so nice you genuinely forgot the dick in your mouth was attached to a person.
“Pretty boy, if I remember right you’re supposed to just hold it. Don't play with it.”
Your response was to suck harder- doing your best to smile at the hiss that it drew out of him.
“Sweetheart.”
As much as a warning as he tried to make it sound, the drop of pre on your tongue wasn’t selling it for you. You sucked again this time bringing your head further down his shaft, bobbing it slowly even as he gripped your hair harshly. You made your way further and further down with each bob of your head until your nose brushed against coarse hair.
“Shit- baby.”
You held yourself there for a moment letting your throat spasm around his length. Patience was not a virtue that Logan had ever possessed; his other hand gripped your hair as he started to move you. Breathing through your nose and swallowing bits of saliva and pre, you let him do the rest- allowing him to use your mouth however he saw fit. Your brain was going fuzzy again. Not the same as earlier- more staticy, like a loss of oxygen. He was moving you quicker, his breathing growing heavier with each stroke of your tongue. The only warning you had was his hands getting impossibly tighter in your hair before he thrusted himself fully in your throat, causing you to gag around him as he came.
“Swallow it all.” he ordered, before he pulled his dick out just enough to let you breathe. “Good boy, good job babe.”
Your breathing evened out as you used your tongue to clean his tip. You let his head rest back on your tongue and relaxed the side of your face back on his thigh, contented sigh escaping you around him.
It could’ve been minutes or hours, but the thigh under you started to twitch and shift. He slowly took his cock out and you looked up in the general direction of his face.
“You wanna head to bed babe?”
“Thirty more minutes?”
He laughed softly as he slowly slipped off your blindfold and tucked himself back into his boxers. He half helped you up onto his lap, rubbing your back and running his hand down the backs of your legs.
“Feelin’ better?”
“Yeah, sleepy.”
“Alright, d’you need to set any alarms for tomorrow?”
He lifted you up and made his way to your shared bedroom.
“No, day off.”
He hummed and set you down on the bed and gently helped you into your pajamas.
“Anything else ya need darlin’?”
You shifted around, getting comfortable, and sighed.
“You?”
You didn’t have to even have to look to see the smile. The soft one that makes his eyes crinkle and his lips go lopsided.
“Alright, let me get ‘comfy’ too.”
You laughed at his choice of words.
Once he was in bed, you wrapped your tired body around him, drifting off to sleep on his shoulder. Eyes heavy, you felt a kiss placed on your head.
“Love ya sweetheart.”
You snuggled in closer to his chest, and smiled softly.
will would be a top or at least be somewhat dominant in the bedroom because where else does he have that kind of control in his life. and hannibal would let him because why wouldn’t he. amen
