#but your SMILEY??? YOUR FUCKING SMILEY?????

[ssloveslogan]

❆ christmas treat ❆

warnings: MDNI, reader x logan, i feel like i should mention there’s a bit of father/daughter cuteness with logan and rogue (i can’t help myself i miss them), porn with tiniest amount of plot, p in v, panties stay on, unprotected sex

- christmas themed fic obvs! merry christmas guys hope you all got what u wanted under the tree (tearing up because hugh jackman wasn’t there BUT i did get a cutout, calendar and shirt of him😝)

the x-men mansion was buzzing with holiday cheer, a welcoming warmth against the outside bitterness. today is christmas, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter, music and the smell of baked goods wafted through the halls. later tonight, everyone would do their secret santa exchange and you, like everybody else, had been eagerly waiting for the moment when you could finally stop waiting and could open your gift.

but, the one thing you were even more excited about, was the look on logan’s face when he sees what you had gotten him. somehow, you had drawn out your boyfriend’s name from the hat this year and, god, was it hard to find something for him. your struggle to find something for him was quickly overcome with a brilliantly personal idea.

so, here you are, on your bed, placing logan’s favourite blue lacey panties of yours and a polaroid picture in a small rectangular box wrapped in festive paper and tied with a shiny blue ribbon. the polaroid picture in question was a filthy picture of you from a couple days before, spread out with your cunt on full display, post-orgasm, cheeks flushed and arousal soaking your pussy. you just couldn’t help yourself, what else were you meant to do when you were horny as fuck and logan was on a mission?

your train of thought was soon disturbed by the opening of your door and in came logan. you were quick to hide the gift under the bed and you gave him a smile, in attempt to make it look like you weren’t just wrapping his secret santa gift up.

“what’s got you all smiley?” logan chuckled and raised an eyebrow when seeing your grin wide on your face.

“oh, nothing, don’t worry about it lo,” you giggled, biting your lip to stop you from giving yourself away. “soo, did you get your person their secret santa gift?” you asked, wondering if he even bothered this year.

“yeah, i did. i got rogue this year so i figured i’d get her something. got her some makeup and chocolate” he spoke grumpily as if he was buying her stuff against his own free will.

“that’s really sweet of you, lo! surprised u even did it this year” you tease him and he rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” he huffs out but you notice him trying to hold back his smile. “anyways, who’d you get? or are you still not gonna tell me?” he question with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“that defeats the whole purpose of secret santa y’know that, baby? you will find out soon, you desperate man” you smirk and play nudge his stomach as he scoffs and tries to act annoyed but his walls tumble down at the noise of your laughter and his heart warms.

“we should get going now, right lo? can’t have you waiting to find out who’s name i pulled out any longer” you giggle and logan groans.

you begin to get up and put your shoes on as you realise you probably should be going downstairs to gather up for the gift exchange, seeing as you are already late. you grab your gift and hide it in a bag and then you wait for logan to put on his leather jacket and take his gift too. once you’re both ready, you give him a quick peck on the lips and intertwine both yours and logan’s hands together. you smirked to yourself, knowing of what’s to come.

the both of you swiftly make your way to to the christmas tree where all the adults and some of the older kids were gathered around. christmas lights twinkled around the room, stockings - with everyone’s name sown on it- were hung by the grand fireplace and chatter filled the space up with a cozy ambience.

“i’ll be back” you say to logan, letting go of him and walking off towards the tree to place your gift for him under it, before he could grumble about being alone. oh how you can’t wait for the gift exchange, your patience is going down by the second.

your eyes wander around the room before they land on storm and jean and you smile, making your way towards them.

“look who finally decided to join us!” storm teases while embracing you in a friendly hug.

“i’m surprised logan even came for it this year, normally the guy just stays outside while smoking his beloved cigars” jean snickers and makes all three of you fall into a fit of giggles. “hey, who’d you get for the secret santa?” jean questions while sipping on her drink.

you smirk at them and a little giggle comes out “i got logan” you say, biting your lip to stop your laughter from erupting even more.

“girls! come on, we’re opening the secret santa gifts!” scott shouts out before you guys could say anything else about the topic at hand, and you three step towards the christmas tree and huddle together.

you sit on the couch alongside your girl friends, surrounded by the glow of the massive christmas tree. the sound of laughter and the occasional tearing of wrapping paper filled the air as people opened their gifts one by one. you turn around and notice logan, leaning against a wall, nursing a bottle of beer. his gaze was already on you and you smile, winking at him.

it’s rogue’s turn to open her gift and she absolutely loves it. even though logan doesn’t give up his identity as the mystery giver of said gift, you notice him smiling to himself - proud of what he had gotten her.

soon enough, everyone had opened their gifts - you had gotten a gorgeous silver necklace from kitty with a heart pendant in the middle. well, everyone but one final person, logan howlett.

“alright, logan, you’re up!” rogue beams, signalling for him to come over and open it with everyone. he grumbles yet he still makes his way over, curiosity getting the better of him. he leans over to grab the perfectly wrapped gift with his name written on it and stands back, closer to the wall, while gently untying the delicate ribbon.

your legs bounce in newfound nervousness, what if people saw? you clearly didn’t think it through very well but you pray to yourself that he doesn’t take it out of the box. you watch his every move, waiting for him to finally peek inside the box, the one-sided tension growing in your body.

logan slowly takes the lid off of the box and he tenses, stopping himself, making sure not to take the contents of the gift out for everyone to see. his pupils dilate at the polaroid of you, tongue sticking out, eyes rolled to the back of your pretty head and your swollen pussy all on show with your glistening juices dripping down your cunt. underneath the polaroid he saw the perfect blue panties he’s had to repurchase you dozens of times from the amount of times he’s ripped them off of you.

“s-shit..” he murmurs to himself, feeling the tent in his jeans grow. the room was trying to figure out what was even inside the box and why he seemed so off. you, on the other hand, smirked to yourself as you felt a sense of victory at the reaction you got out of him.

logan quickly closed the box and glanced up at you with darkened eyes, his face radiating off want and desire and you simply smirked at him, winking, as you felt yourself dampening on the spot from his intense gaze, ignoring the way he made your tummy flip.

“sooo, what’d you get?” rogue said to cut the uncomfortable tension everyone else sensed in the room.

“nothing” logan’s voice dropped an octave as his eyes remained on you the whole time. you shuffled, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

everyone knew they weren’t getting an answer from logan, so they dropped it at that, continuing their conversations and acting as if nothing had even happened. you also tried to pretend like it was just a normal christmas day, but you saw logan, his gift still in his hand, and he was striding towards you.

your heart rate fluttered when he briefly stopped infront of you - breathing heavily, knuckles white from the grip on the gift and his nostrils flaring in need.

“o-oh! hey, baby! wha-” your stuttered out sentence was swiftly cut off by logan picking you up by the waist with one arm and throwing you over his shoulder.

“logan! logan, put me down!” you shout, bashing your fragile hands on his stone hard back.

you continued with your pleads and apologies in attempt to get him to put you down, but the rush of arousal hit you hard, the possessive act sent floods of heat through your veins. your own body betrayed you as you feel yourself dampen even more and your nipples were slowly hardening.

logan pays no mind to your lousy attempts and he makes his way to your shared room, slamming then locking the door behind him. he tosses you and the gift onto the bed, following you down with his own weight. he leans in close, his face hovering just inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips. you can see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide with lust. you can see his hunger for you written all over his face. without warning, his crashes his lips against yours in a searing, passionate kiss. it’s not gentle or sweet; it’s a kiss born out of desperation, need and untamed thirst. you pull away breathless, and begin to speak.

“lo? you okay baby?” you tease, a playful glint in your eyes but all confidence is lost when you see his face not even twitching to smile. you rake your hands through his hair and he leans into your neck to bite into the supple skin, making you gasp and tilt your head back to give him more access. his tongue laps to gently suck over the mark to soothe the sting as he continues to litter your neck with kisses and purple bruises.

“l-logan..” you whine, exhaling sharply as you feel tears pooling in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations on your neck. after what feels like forever, logan pulls away to admire his work and he reaches for the gift box, opening it to pull out the familiar lacy blue panties he adores.

“need to fuck you with these on you” he rasps, slowly stripping you of your clothes until you’re bare for him, exposed and defenceless.

“christ, you’re just soaking for me darlin’, arent you? filthy fuckin’ girl, you get off on me carrying you around, baby? you like knowing i can pick you up whenever i want?” he smirks, seeing your cheeks flush pink while you nod weakly at him.

“don’t worry doll, i’ll help you out.” he grunts, tapping your hip signalling for you to lift them as he makes you wear nothing but the panties.

“perfect, you look perfect like this, baby. you wanted this, hm? wanted my attention with the gift? you got it now, i’ve got you.” logan says while quickly unfastening his belt and getting rid of his jeans and boxers. his tip was leaking with beads of pre-cum, his tip swollen and red, and he gently pulls your panties to the side and places himself in his spot between your thighs.

“p-please lo, want you to fuck me” you whine, your neediness displaying as he teases you by rubbing himself on your weeping folds.

he wanted to watch you squirm just for a little while longer, but his little self restraint disappeared when hearing your sweet voice begging for him. he lines himself up at your pulsing hole and before you could say anything more about needing him, he plunges deep into you, knocking the air out of your lungs as you both let out a deep moan. he begins to move slowly, pulling out before slamming back in, pounding into you mercilessly.

“love this pussy, always so fuckin’ tight for me” he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he continued thrusting into your wet heat, vigorously.

his words only fueled the fire burning inside of you and your walls clench around him tightly. “harder, please logan, i want you to fuck me harder” you begged, voice strained with pleasure.

“you want it harder, baby?” he smirks darkly before slamming into you with renewed intensity. “like this, baby?” he asks as his hands make their way to your hips, pushing you down even deeper onto him.

“j-just like that lo, so fucking good b-baby.” you moan loudly, tears prickling at your eyes from the profound pleasure-pain.

the bed creaks with every thrust while the bed frame hits the wall, creating a rhythmic thump-thump-thump. “making such a mess on my cock. ‘m gonna fucking ruin this pussy, doll” he groans, while reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit.

as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you, you can feel every ridge and vein of his thick member stretching your inner walls. you clench around him, the knot in your belly tightening, making him groan and shudder above you.

“i’m gonna come lo, so close” you whimper out as he continues to drill into you, his cock dragging deliciously against your sweet spot with each stroke as he drives you closer to the edge.

“i know, baby, that’s it. be a good girl for me and come on my cock, doll” logan grunts into your ear as you scrape your nails down his back, leaving marks which are quickly healed again. you throw your head back and arch into him as you convulse and spasm around his length, your orgasm crashing over you, making him groan in pleasure while you moan into his shoulder and dig your nails deeper into his back.

he works you through your orgasm as his thrusts become desperate, his own release stirring inside of him. with one final and brutal thrust, logan buries himself deep inside of you and he holds still. his cock throbs and pulses as he releases his hot seed into you.

“s-shit, so good for me..” logan grunts, his face contorting with pleasure and his chest heaving erratically. he pulls out with a wince as he lays next to you on his back. you move to lean onto his chest, the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you. logan’s arm tightens around you as he leans in to kiss your head while gently stroking your hair.

“i guess you liked your gift then?” you giggle and look up at him with your fucked out smile, already knowing his very obvious answer.

logan chuckles and glances down at you, admiring your post-orgasm beauty. “loved it, baby. might have to somehow make you get me again next year.” he grins while tracing patterns on your arm.

you giggle and move upwards, your noses brushing against each other, lips barely an inch apart. “merry christmas, logan” you whisper, leaning your forehead to press against his.

“merry christmas, darling” he whispers back, smiling softly at you before closing the distance between you both to share a soft and sweet kiss.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

❆ i rushed this so badly and didn’t proofread it so i’m sorry if some bits don’t make sense and wrongly punctuated guys!! but also i’ve been so busy this past week i literally am surviving off of what feels like zero sleep at all. hope u did enjoy this tho we all need some christmas logan content.

[gibbearish]

it is fun when u comment on a post on reddit and someones like "ummmm look what sub youre in" like no i know. i just think what you said is dumb enough that i'm willing to get downvoted to tell you that

[sunnibits]

I know I’m biased bc I’m a whore for old men but I genuinely cannot fathom how anyone can find eye creases and wrinkles unattractive. you don’t like happy eye crinkles?? you don’t like being able to see someone’s smile echo in waves through their whole expression??? like their smile is expanding beyond their mouth to gently fold every corner of their face?? to draw you in to their twinkling eyes and the joy that’s held there???? you don’t like seeing the evidence of a life well lived, well-laughed, a face worn by smiles as a canyon is worn by rivers??? do you hate puppies and sunshine too??????

[mothwingwritings]

in regard to the yujiro x reader paradise piece, i can't help but keep pondering...what if (name) responded differently? specifically, when he was quite gentle, if (name) admitted it felt good, would he continue with being gentle, and looking at her with the eyes of "reverence" and "admiration"? considering he's kept the ashtray little (name) made for him and takes it everywhere, along with his odd obsession for her, i think it is safe to say he holds her to a decently "high regard" (whatever that entail in his mind, anyway). i just wonder how the rest of the scene would play along, if he hadn't been further provoked.

sorry for my english! i know it's somewhat a old piece of yours, but i adore your writing and can't get enough 🫶🏽

Ahh thank you so much for your kindness darling!!! You have nothing to apologize for, your english is perf and I always enjoy people sharing their thoughts with me, no matter how random or long ago the work they have referenced was posted. I'm delighted you reached out, and even more so that I am able to bring you guys stuff that sticks with you and that you enjoy! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

If reader would have completely caved to Yujiro in the moment, I feel like he would have definitely treated the matter with a softer approach (as ‘soft’ as Yujiro can, at least). Mind you, he wouldn’t necessarily be kind to you, but your confession would amuse him just enough that he would want to reward you for the entertainment. Yujiro doesn’t typically give a shit about anyone’s pleasure but his own, but he does take some satisfaction from seeing you deep in the thralls of a desire that was orchestrated by his own hand. The look of needy desperation splayed across your features, mixed with the zealous reactions he’s coercing from the most minimal of efforts is endearing in its own right. He’s enjoying the show-your writhing body and strained cries intriguing him so much so that he wants to see how long you can keep it up for. You’re usually such a tempestuous little brat in his presence- to reduce you to such a state after all your big talk about hating his guts was provocative in its own right.

ALL THAT BEING SAID, he’s not going to just forget all the shit that you put him through, including your petulant attempts at standing up to him and the steady stream of blatant lies you have fed him in regards to how he makes you feel. As much as he is compelled by your admission, it also kind of pisses him off. All that previous boasting over your disgust for him, and now look at you. A few strokes of his hand and you’re ready to give up so easily? Hanma’s aren’t some weak little quitters that roll over on their backs the moment they feel a bit of gratification, as his ‘daughter’ you should be ashamed of yourself. Expect the punishment that follows to be a fitting discipline for a slut as easy as you.

Ultimately the outcome will be the same. He’ll use you up and discard you until he’s ready for another round, whenever or wherever that may be. Maybe if you start his next visit off with honesty, things will go better for you…?

[quolant]

smallville clark and battinson bruce in the 00s is the superbat content i didnt know i needed lol

[anotherdescentintomadness]

When Wang YiBo is Dripping in Finesse

Want a print?

[sejanusarchive]

My tbosas rarepair based on absolutely nothing but vibes and shits and giggles is Smiley and Sejanus

[ratatatastic]

He looks so different with glasses 😂 did not recognize him at first

terribly funny how much more generic he can get with a thick frame of raybans like ive always believed the whole glasses as a disguise would never work irl but i got punked so hard that when i first saw him in glasses i was like "oh another man" glossed over him then felt the same sensation as when i forget to buy milk at the store, swiped back, scrutinised this for far longer than im comfortable admitting publicly and went "oh my god THATS MY MAN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING"

[hyunpic]

minho on bubble

[umemiyan]

when someone subtly tries to micromanage me/tell me how to do my job... especially when it's a MAN.......

[dayurno]

[curiosity-killed]

Im not going to say anything coherent here but there’s something about the way presentation at work is so blatantly and unequally split down gender lines* and how women are often (in my experience) the ones who reinforce those expectations when you don’t perform them and often reinforce them through the guise** of care which, in itself, is an expected and rewarded trait of femininity

*its not just gender and i know it gets even messier when you get into how “professionalism” is defined and policed wrt POC

**guise isn’t quite the right word because it implies a little too much malicious intentionality and I don’t think it usually is but the impact is annoying as fuck

[bedforddanes75]

i am going to chew on him like a rock

[anto-pops]

Does Seb have a breeding kink.... Or do YOU have a breeding kink.

😁

[diagonal-queen]

i have not left tumblr i assure you i have NOT left tumblr!! or stopped writing!!! just because i'm having the most intense and terrifying astarion (and general bg3) brainrot doesn't mean i dont love bsd! i've just been really fucking uninspired recently. like i haven't written a single word of ANYTHING in weeks and it's physically killing me.

i'm also sorting out a bunch of 'i'm moving out to Live As An Independent Adult' stuff and it's been UNIMAGINABLY STRESSFUL. RAGGHHHHHHHHHHHH (shoutout @pinkiipeachiikeen for not only fuelling the astarion obsession but also trying to help me sort this shit out even though you are literally across the world and should be asleep instead. i love you sm girl fr 💜💜💜)

but yeah. uh. sorry about the crickets. i'm still here, still here to talk or share ideas or just interact with people and all. i'm just in the most infuriating creative block of all time lmfao. uh anyways love you all x

[p1nkp0nkk]

25 and 30 for the oc ask game ; oc in question being. dexter but actually literally anyone is fine, I like hearing about oc stuff

25; favourite food and colour? 30; does he wish to be married

i think. in character would be a fun little thing so ill do one in an out(also hes british)(read this in a slight british accent)

"My...Favourite colour? I don't know why somebody like you would want to know shit about me, but. Whatever. I'll play along. Red isnt awful, a bit darker than the, uh. Outsides of my bandages. My favourite? Uh. probably a "gross", yellow green swampy colour. I get a chuckle because I 'enjoy' it out of spite. Even though it really is my ""favourite""

"I don't fucking know??? all I know is that i really do not like kiwis or most "fruit." I do not understand how anybody could like the texture of them. Maybe, uh. Fuck if I know. Bread??? most soup is decent. I like the majority of things, actually. I enjoy salty things and, uh. Hate-Love bitterness. I guess."

"No. Probably not. Seems kinda gross to me. Maybe if I met the right person, but i doubt it, and I would never ever fucking have kids. I cant fucking stand them."

"Now- Stop with the questions! You don't need fucking trivia about me! Get out and go away!"

; he likes #808001, #745902, and #9E3A3A in that order(it is, indeed, actually his favourite, he's just weird about everything)

he. hates most fruit because he forgets to peel them. he has a very complicated relationship with. eating. so he'll eat the hairy outside of a kiwi and complain about it after. (he actually does enjoy fruit once he is. taught about that, though.)

hes aroace spec and also hes. gay.