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hihi friend <3333 requesting something a little more different bc as someone who loves a good breeding kink (in form of dirty talk and dirty talk only!!) i still do not EVER want kids and cannot fathom the whole birth process. can i ask for what logan’s reaction would be a reader who doesn’t want kids?

maybe they’re not that established in their relationship and they’re fooling around (awink) and when logan brings out the breeding talk she just kinda panics and pushes him off/uses her safe word because she does NOT want kids

like i said kinda different but ur one of my fav logan writers and i can’t find anything like this so i wanted to request it 🫠 🫶🏼

As someone who also doesn’t want kids but has a massive breeding kink, real. (Also FAVORITE???? EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK)

Logan with an s/o who doesn’t want kids!

✦ To be entirely honest, Logan never thought of himself as a fatherly type, hell, he never thought of himself even staying in a relationship long enough to even have kids.

✦ You however, are the exception.

✦ He can see himself growing old for once, more importantly, he can see himself growing old with you.

✦ So is it surprising that somewhere along the line instead of just you and him, he started imagining a kid hanging off you too?

✦ He wouldn’t even know how to bring it up, and he’s still of the belief that he’d be a god awful father

✦ But if you’d have him, he’d try his damndest to be the best father a kids ever gonna have

✦ He doesn’t tell you that he’s even thought of having a kid, too afraid to bring it up in case you get scared

✦ But one night it accidentally slips out while he’s got you pinned under him

✦ It really was an accident, you just sounded so good and you were squeezing his cock just perfectly—

✦ Something inside him snaps, tears it’s way to the forefront of his mind, eyes fixated where his cock almost bulges against your stomach—

✦ Right where you’d be carrying his kid

✦ He bows over you, practically covers you with his body, head bent and panting into your ear like a wild animal.

✦ He’s not totally aware of himself, almost as if he’s a spectator; he feels everything, maybe even too much.

✦ You’re scratching at his back, moaning his name so pretty, begging him for more, more, don’t stop, please—

✦ It was an accident when he holds you by the hips, growls in your ear—not gonna stop, not until I’ve put a kid in you.

✦ You’re always the most beautiful thing he’s laid eyes on but for that moment, when you locked your legs and begged him to breed you, you looked like Aphrodite herself. The way you milked him for all he’s worth, he’s not sure he’ll ever reach a high like that again.

✦ The next morning he wakes up beside you, a dopey smile on his face when he sees the evidence of your love-making on every inch of you.

✦ His hickeys, fresh and dark, painted across your neck, all the way to your collarbone.

✦ Quite simply, you look like you got attacked

✦ However, even better than those was the proof of his love, your cum-stained thighs, just slightly spread apart as you slept.

✦ He won’t lie, it took him more than a bit of self-control not to take you again after seeing that.

✦ Lucky for him, your eyes fluttered open before he could pursue that train of thought.

“G’mornin’” you groan, stretching your very sore body. When you feel the remnants of last nights affairs on your skin it’s as if a switch is flipped, the slight frown on your face, the hesitant look you give as you quickly waddle to the bathroom—he did something wrong, he just doesn’t know what yet.

He waits until after the waters stopped, giving you a peace offering in the form of his t-shirts. It overshadows you, but it’ll do.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks nervously. Logan’s never been good at talking much, but he tries his best when it comes to you.

“No, no,” you deny, but it’s written on your face. You can barely look at him, fiddling with the ends of his shirt.

“You sure? Because you ran out of bed like a bat out of hell.”

Again, you can’t seem to keep your eyes on him. “It’s not you per se, I mean…”

“Say it,” he insists. “I can handle it.”

A pause. “Did you mean what you said last night?”

Even the mention of last night makes his body tingle, the remains of each and every memory fresh in his mind. There’s a lop-sided smile on his face when he answers, lackadaisical even. “I said a LOT of things last night darling, you’re gonna have to be specific here.”

You bit your lips nervously. “What you said about being pregnant.”

Oh, he thinks, and now the shoes finally dropped. At the time you seemed enthusiastic, but looking at you now…you look scared out of your mind.

He’s quick to move closer, inviting you to sit beside him with a couple taps to the bed. The moment you do he’s got you in his arms, making sure he can feel you relax before he says a word.

“Darling, be honest with me, do you want to have kids?”

You tense in his hold, both dread and fear evident in your voice. “I don’t know? Maybe in the future?”

“Maybe ain’t an answer.” He says, stroking your hair. “No need to lie.”

You should’ve known Logan would see right through you. You shake your head with a sigh, unwilling to look at him in fear of the disappointment you’re certain is painted on his features.

“…Not really, no. But if you wanted them—“

“Stop, don’t finish that,” he sighs. “If you don’t want kids, then that’s it. No kids.”

Shock, relief, a flurry of emotions take hold of you when you pull away, staring him down for any hint of dishonesty. Your heart soars when you don’t find any.

“Are you sure? Because it didn’t seem that way last night,” you stutter, and he’s quick to soothe your worries.

A quick peck to your lips, and he makes himself crystal clear. “Listen to me, I’m not gonna force ya to do something you don’t wanna do. If you don’t want kids then there’s nothing to worry about, I’m not an asshole.”

Your eyes almost water, the weight of fear lifting off your shoulders as you weakly chuckle. “Y’know, the amount of times I’ve had this conversation—it always ends in a break up. This is…really refreshing, honestly.”

“You’ve been dating a bunch of assholes,” he taunts, kissing your temple. “Don’t worry though, you’ve got me.”

“And you’re not an asshole?” You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Mhm,” he mumbles. “Not to you, at least.”

As he does so, he makes it a point to pull you closer, bury his face into your neck and inhale. “Even if you don’t want kids, I still get to breed ya, right?”

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Bear with me guys cause I just need to get this out of my head.

Okay so yk logan has a lot of animalistic tendencies/instincts. So let’s say for the sake of my well being that he can smell when your ovulating and when your *ahem* wet or just finished.

So imagine being on a mission with Logan and you are just to pent up with sexual frustration. Your little crush on Logan has become borderline unhealthy at this point. Your obsessed with everything he does. From the way he does his hair in those cute little tufts to how his hands look when smoking a cigar.

Your ovulating and horny as all get out. Because your on a mission let’s you and Logan have to stay in a hotel and obviously there’s only one bed.

Logan passed out quicker than you expected however, that gives you a chance to… pleasure yourself.

You are soaking wet, your fingers slide into your heat easily. Every few seconds you look over at Logan to make sure he’s still asleep. The excitement of him being next to you while fingering yourself just eggs you on. The shlik shlik sounds that are made from your fingers moving in and out of your soaking hole is downright despicable;proof of your neediness.

“You know I can smell you.”

Your world stopped moving. Embarrassment flooding every pour in your body. You wish in that moment that your mutation was turning invisible.

“I could smell how wet you were f’me the second we got into this hotel room.”

You wonder if you should slide your fingers out and risk making a sound or keep them inside hoping that if you stay quiet enough he’ll stop talking.

“You know how hard it is to smell every time you get wet? how hard it is to concentrate when all I can think of is that tight little pussy of yours dripping f’me?”

You let out an involuntary sound- a mix of a moan and a gasp. Your breathing gets shallow as Logan rolls over on his back and you can see the obvious erection from under the sheets. You didn’t think you had any affect on him.

“Take your hand out of that tight pussy,” Logan commands and you oblige-quickly. The second you have your hand above the sheet he takes it and puts it in his mouth. His tongue moving over your digits in a way that makes you wonder how his tongue will feel on your pussy.

“Just as I thought, sweet as honey.” Logan says as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

Okay wait… am I cooking 😛😛

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not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here

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cashier: ok that'll be $20

me (visibly sweating): ah, yes, of course! a perfectly reasonable price for a grilled cheese and a small smoothie! that was exactly the price i expected you to say when i ordered a single grilled cheese and a smoothie and my vision is NOT getting blurry as we speak! i am a perfectly normal temperature and my speech patterns are natural and even because this is the countenance of an individual who expected to pay 20 american dollars for a single grilled cheese and a smoothie!

cashier: where's all that blood coming from

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SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

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In the spirit of Christmas, I'm inviting you all to come decorate my tree! Inbox is also open if you wanna send me a message, and I hope that you all spend your holidays well and share that joy with others c:

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“That’s it. I’m done.” Simon, who had been laser-focused on his phone - he might or might’ve not been looking at engagement rings online - glanced up, frowning as he watched you walk to the kitchen. Your back was turned to him so that he couldn’t see your facial expression, but your tone suggested you weren’t happy. He quickly stood up and followed you to the kitchen, where he watched you turn on the kettle.

“What is it, love?” You didn’t turn to look at him, instead furiously searching the cabinets before trudging back to the bathroom, where you had just come from. “I’m sick of it, Si. I’m gonna go to the doctor and have them rip the whole thing out.” Realization dawned on the soldier. It was time again.

Confused, he pulled up the menstruation app on his phone and checked on your cycle. You were a few days early this month, which explained why he hadn’t received a notification yet. With a deep sigh, he followed you, finding you in the bathroom, once again searching through cabinets. Without a word, he opened one you hadn’t looked into yet and pulled out the fuzzy hot water bottle you were looking for. You turned to look at him, tears in the corner of your eyes, and your lips jutted out in a pout.

“I know, love. Come, let me help, yeah?” You nodded, holding up your arms, until he picked you up. Without even as much as a grunt, he lifted you into his arms, carrying your bridal style to your bedroom, where he laid you down and tucked you in. “I’ll be right back, darling.” After pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, he disappeared out the door and rushed down to the kitchen, where he prepared your hot water bottle just the way you liked. He also grabbed a mug and made you your favorite tea, knowing that the warmth would help with your cramps.

Before leaving, he grabbed your favorite snacks and a soft blanket from the living room. Then he made his way back to you. In the bedroom, you were curled up on one side, cradling your cramping stomach. After setting the tea down on your nightstand, Simon gently made you uncurl and pressed the hot water bottle against your abdomen, over a blanket, where he knew the cramps always were. “There you go, love.” The snacks were dropped beside the bed as he wrapped the extra blanket around you. “I’ll just grab some more stuff, and then we can spend the day here, cuddling, okay?” You nodded, still pouting and slightly wincing when another cramp hit.

Simon hated seeing you like this, so he rushed around the house, grabbing something cold to drink, pain meds, and anything else you liked to have nearby when you were hurting before returning to the bedroom and jumping into bed. The moment he had crawled underneath the blanket, you latched onto him, your very own heater, and he wrapped his arm around you, holding the TV remote with his free hand. Already knowing all your comfort movies and series, he put one of them on, before relaxing and pulling you closer.

A comfortable silence fell over you two as you watched whatever was playing on TV, Simon’s fingers absentmindedly massaging your stomach, trying to ease the cramps, when an idea came to you. Suddenly, heat started to pool between your legs as you glanced up at your boyfriend. “Si?” He grunted in response, surprisingly focused on the TV. “Si?” You repeated yourself, this time capturing his attention. He was already halfway out the bed, thinking that you’d ask him to get you something, but you pulled him back. “Give me a baby, Si.” He stared at you, all wide-eyed and confused for a second before he pounced on you. Let’s just say it didn’t take you long to get your wish.

A/N: Definitely not projecting. Definitely not writhing in pain rn.

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David Corenswet as Superman/Clark Kent

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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ooooohhhhh man y’all i made the “real” x-men fans big mad on tiktok by saying that the attempted rape scene in origins was offensive and unnecessary

like yes what victor did genuinely happened to SO many vietnamese women and we shouldn’t cover that up, but using that real trauma SOLELY to show that victor is evil is so gross and insensitive to the actual victims

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Hey, I'm back. I know, it's an every once in a blue moon occasion. Anyway, so I had a thought.

Crossovers, yeah? Here's a really interesting one that occurred to me recently. Someone may have already thought of it, but.... X-Men x BNHA/MHA? Just the two worlds combined in general could go really interestingly regarding Mutations and Quirks.

Specifically I was thinking of a really interesting encounter in my opinion between Wolverine and Eri. It's especially interesting when you know Eri's backstory. I wonder if it'd be anything like his relationship with x23 from **Logan**

Anywho, that's my two cents on a random crossover. Have a good day whoever decides to read this.

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awkward! reader and simon who just... stares into each others' soul the first time they've met. simon returned your gaze because he caught you staring at him, while you were staring at him solely cause you were too clueless on how to start a proper conversation.

“what're ya starin' at, soldier?” his words came out harsher than he meant and it made you think that he didn't want you staring at him so you just murmur a firm apology before looking away.

awkward! reader who just listens when hearing simon's sarcastic remarks to price in the radio.

“tell me somethin’ I don't know.” — ghost to price

awkward! reader listening to the rest of the tf141 members while drinking a glass of their favorite beverage, not noticing simon's gaze that shifts over to them every once in a while.

awkward! reader who tries to mind their own business after hearing another woman flirting to simon not knowing that he has his eyes on you and only you.

I love them, your honour. (pt 2 here)

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Jacked and kind

Summary: jacked and kind TikTok trend with Logan 😋

Warnings: age gap (reader is 18+), size difference don’t think there’s anymore, probably grammar mistakes.

It was midday and you and Logan were lounging in the living room of your shared apartment. You are scrolling on tiktok head resting on his chest while he is just watching you. You come across the jacked and kind tiktok trend and you want to see if Logan will do it will do it with you.

In the videos you see the men picking up their girlfriend and putting them on their shoulder. In a lot of the videos the men are straining with holding up their girlfriends, however, with Logan’s heightened strength you figure it would be easy. You look over to Logan and notice he is already looking at you; his eyes full of fondness and love.

You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and jut out your bottom lip “logannn?” You drawl.

“hmm?” he hums in question.

“Can you do this with me?” You ask tilting the phone in his direction so he can see what your talking about. He gives you an incredulous look, “really?” He asks not the least bit impressed.

Logan rolls his eyes, “this is why the government is getting rid of tiktok. I swear you gen z-ers, or whatever the hell you call yourselves, get the stupidest ideas.”

You scoff at his old-timey-ness, “whatever grandpa, could you just do it with me? Please?” You beg him.

He rolls his eyes, “the things I do for you, woman.”

You know you’ve got him rapped around your finger. Your certain that if you asked him to jump he’d simply just ask how high.

You set up your phone at the right angle and look up at him towering over you. “Should we practice?” You ask.

Logan furrows his brows in confusion, “why would we do that?”

“So you don’t drop me,” you respond like it was obvious.

Logan just rolled his eyes, “I’m not gonna drop you, just push the damn button.” You walk over and set a 3 second timer before it starts recording.

When the song starts playing Logan places his hand on your waist, his large hand engulfing almost the entire left side and lifts you up with one hand. One. Hand. And deposits you on his shoulder unceremoniously. He looks up at you, “see, bub, I told you I wouldn’t drop you.”

Thank you for reading!!

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if you had a way to tell what general vicinity your f/o was in (not a complete tracking device but more of a homing device in case you got separated) and how their general wellbeing is versus if they are in danger (basically think vivre card from one piece),

*please say why!

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Thinking about Logan comforting you, because my family was mean today and this is my way of coping.

Just this man. Who does not care about your size, or what you look like, or whether you’re shy or outspoken, talk too much or talk too little because he just loves you and everything about you.

Sad about your tummy? You can bet your ass that he’ll play with it while he cuddles you, gently squishing and smoothing out the skin, pressing kisses to the back of your neck, mumbling about how cute it is, how pretty you are, how much he loves it, and you. If you’re in public and he notices you sucking it in, he’ll rub soothing circles on your wrist with his thumb, whispering in your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, don’t hide a single part of you”

Having a rough time with your family? You will have to hold this man back, because he will rip whoever made you sad apart, no matter who they are. No one makes his person sad, no one gets to make tears fall down that pretty little face of yours.

You’ve got acne? Scars from picking at them? He loves them, pressing little kisses to the scars, calling them your constellations. He’ll never let you feel bad about them, never for one second, let you think you are anything less than the most beautiful, lovely thing in the world.

Thinking of him kissing away your tears when you cry, breath hitching and stuttering as his beard tickles your face. Of him telling you you're beautiful, loved, that he wants you, thinks you’re the most stunning thing in the world, that you’re perfect to him.

When the team talks over you, not listening to you no matter how much you try to get a word in, he’ll listen, grumbling at all of them to listen to you. And if they don’t he’ll pull you aside, listening to every word intently, eyes fixed on you, playing with your intertwined hands as he hums and adds his own input to whatever you’re talking about.

Just. Logan comforting you.