#manic recs

[manicandobsessive]

writing is absolutely chefs kiss! i love logan being a big tease 😫☺️ blushing and giggling rn

and you deserve it | logan howlett

↳ summary: you have a stack of paperwork to get done by tomorrow morning... but your boyfriend has other ideas

word count: 2.3k

song: earned it | the weeknd

pairings: trilogy!logan x fem!reader

content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), smut, porn w/ light plot, oral (f! receiving), hickeys, LOTS of teasing, established relationship, MASSIVE praise kink, logan is a tease just bc he can be, scott summers mentioned, hints of possessiveness and jealousy from logan, pet names for reader (baby, sweetheart, darlin', good girl, atta girl), no use of y/n, unidentified mountains of paperwork that reader has to complete (i don't care if it's realistic, let me live!), aftercare, logan is a sweetie (lmk if i missed anything!)

↳ a/n: so um. here's this, bc teasing!logan has me melting into a puddle. inspired partly by me envisioning logan doing this to me, partly by my own past experiences, and partly by conversations with @lostinlovingrevery, enjoy!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Logan eyes you from the doorway, his gaze lingering on your focused expression before trailing down the rest of your form. You're exhausted, that much is clear, but the stack of papers before you doesn't indicate that you plan on resting anytime soon.

He'd bet Summers is to blame for this.

If that happens to be the case, and if you're also so intent on finishing this paperwork by Scott's deadline, as he's sure you are, then... he's got no choice to convince you otherwise, right?

And if he can't do that, he might as well have a little fun.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You feel like you've been at this for hours. Actually, glancing at the time, you probably have. You didn't mean to leave all your paperwork until the last minute, but things just sort of happened; and now, here you are, the words on the page starting to blur before you, your eyes heavy, your body aching.

You hear the click of the bedroom door closing, feeling Logan's hands on your shoulders a moment later. "Still at it, huh?"

You hum in acknowledgement, leaning back into his touch as he begins to massage your muscles, the tension in your body slowly ebbing away.

"You should take a break, baby." He continues to work at the knots in your shoulders, a soft groan escaping you as his strong hands make you melt into the back of your seat. "Finish this in the morning."

You shake your head. Scott will lay into you if you don't get this done- that's a lesson you had to learn the hard way. "Can't. You know how early Scott wants this."

He grunts in disapproval the moment Scott's name leaves your lips, leaning down to press his mouth to your ear. "That's a shame." His voice drops to a low tone that only means trouble, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric. "I had some other ideas, but I guess that'll have to wait."

You should do the responsible thing and agree with him, tell him that yes, he will have to wait, because you do really need to get this done.

But the way his breath hits your ear, the feeling of his hands brushing against your bare skin, and the dreadful thought of spending the rest of your night doing paperwork instead of in bed with Logan all have you reconsidering.

You cast a glance in his direction, then back at the remaining stack of paperwork before you. Finishing the rest of it in the morning couldn't hurt, right? If you managed to get up early...

"Well," You begin, your tone sultry as you turn around in your seat to face him. "I suppose just this once I could make an exception." You lean in to kiss him, but find a confused expression forming across your face when he stops you.

“Uh-uh." He shakes his head, pulling away just enough to stay out of your reach. "You got work to do." Still, his hands remain on your shoulders, toying with the straps of your bra.

It hits you, then, what he's doing. Why he has that stupid little smirk on his face that signals he's got you backed into some sort of corner, laying out a trap for you, a scenario in which he knows you're inevitably gonna give in.

"Lo," You immediately whine in protest. "That's not fair."

“Never said I was being fair, sweetheart." He stares you down with that same damn smirk still on his face, his hands tracing small circles on the bare skin of your collarbone. "Go on." He tilts his head toward your desk, an order you don't dare to refuse.

For a moment, you think maybe he'll go easy on you. That he just needs to have his hands on you somehow, and that he'll let you finish this paperwork without any more distractions. So you turn around in your seat, picking up your pen once more. The moment your eyes land on the sheet in front of you, though, Logan's breath hits the back of your neck. His hands move lower, dipping just beneath your shirt, featherlight touches along the edges of your bra.

Of course he isn't making this easy.

"Logan." You try to take on a sterner tone with him, but it devolves into a moan as he begins to press kisses along your neck.

He chuckles sinfully, only continuing to kiss and suck at your skin. "C'mon, sweetheart. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can come to bed."

Evil. That's the word that comes to your mind to describe him right now- pure fucking evil.

And you kind of love it.

With a huff, you try to focus on the papers again, muttering under your breath. "It would be a lot easier if you'd stop distracting me-" You're cut off by Logan nipping at your pulse point, and you have to force yourself not to whimper at the way his teeth drag across your skin. You know he's going to leave a mark, something you've scolded him for countless times, but right now you can't bring yourself to care.

Even though you can't see his face anymore, you can hear that stupid smirk in his voice. "Less talking, more working."

You grumble to yourself, stubbornly silent as one of his hands moves down your back. You try to hide the way your breath catches in your throat at the warmth of his touch and the placement of his kisses, or the teasing words he whispers in your ear. "You said it yourself, you gotta get this paperwork done." His hand moves down to your hips, your waist, then to your inner thigh. You're pretty sure you're fucking buzzing with energy by this point, but you keep it together, eyes narrowed on your paperwork, fingers curled tightly around your pen.

Then he really goes in for it, tracing his hand up and down your inner thigh, the other slipping to the edge of your shirt, acting like he's going to dip beneath the fabric, but never going so far as to give you a semblance of what you want. Noticing the effect he's having on you, the way your heartbeat speeds up and the arousal dripping from your core, his tone becomes more cocky. "You don't wanna disappoint Scott, do you?"

Gods, he never could stop having a made-up rivalry with that man, could he? "I don't care what Scott thinks." You say between unsteady breaths, trying to make your voice sound more confident than it should be. It's a lie- well, not really, because at this point you really don't care what Scott thinks, you just want Logan to fuck you.

He has the nerve to scoff. "Well if that was the case, we wouldn't be here, sweetheart." He taps your thigh, a silent command for you to keep going, but like the bastard he is, he feels the need to verbally remind you. "Chop chop. Don’t need Summers bitching at you tomorrow."

You manage to keep going, trying your hardest not to get distracted by Logan's touch, his lips, his hands, his breath against your skin, the words he continues to whisper, the little huffs of amusement you occasionally hear when he gets a particularly good reaction from you. His hand dips just below your shirt, brushing against your stomach, and you feel like a medieval virgin with how much wetter that simple act makes you.

The stack in front of you is dwindling, and you might finally be nearing salvation- but Logan, of course, has other ideas. When he sees that you only have a couple of papers left, he gets bolder. Hands roaming under your shirt, rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, grinning at the moan he gets out of you.

You unconsciously start rolling your hips, desperate for any sort of friction, any form of relief to the ache building itself in your core. But Logan notices, one of his hands wrapping around your hips and pulling you back against the chair. You squirm in his grasp, but his hold is firm- you can't move a muscle, not the way you want. "One more, darlin'." He whispers in your ear. "You can do it, I know you can." The hand wrapped around your midsection moves lower, placing light pressure against your clothed slit, and you swear you're going to kill him tomorrow. "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"

Motherfucker.

You grip the pen tighter in your hand, squinting at the words on the final piece of paper in front of you, the empty spaces laughing in your face. His hand stays there, the pressure just enough to drive you insane. His other hand keeps playing with your nipples while his mouth moves down to your back, a trail of kisses placed along it before he begins to suck another mark into the skin of your collarbone. He moves the hand against your core, just slightly, pressing down a little harder when you're halfway through the page. But you don't let him get to you, you can't let him win.

With shaky hands and impressive strength of will, you finally finish the last paper, setting it atop the stack of other finished forms, a testament to your unwavering commitment. "There. I'm done."

"Good job, sweetheart." Logan purrs in your ear. You close your eyes, leaning back into his touch- but then he withdraws his hands from you. The loss of contact makes your head spin, and you scramble to your feet as he starts to back away.

"What are you doing?" Your tone is half-angry, half-panicked, a mixture of words that comes out rushed and stumbled-over.

"Going to bed." His tone is casual, completely unbothered, the polar opposite of you- cheeks flushed, breaths heavy, a pleading look in your eyes. "You gotta get up early tomorrow morning, right? To give that paperwork to Scott."

For a moment, you're crushed by disappointment. He can't really mean that, can he? Then you catch that stupid smirk on his face again, and frustration builds within you, your pent up energy needing some sort of outlet. "Logan Howlett, if you don't get your ass over here and make me cum right now-"

He laughs, the sound lighting up the room, before he steps back towards you. "I'm just messin' with you, baby." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him, strong arms bare for you to admire, wifebeater clinging tightly to his chest. Quickly, your anger subsides, his touch too magical for you to resist. "You did so good for me." He murmurs in your ear. "I think you earned a reward, yeah?"

You nod, the circles he's making on your waist making you feel dizzy, but he clicks his tongue. "Ah-ah-ah, none of that silent treatment shit. You got nothin' else to pay attention to now, so I want words."

You swallow, forcing yourself to be some level of coherent. "Yes. I- I want a reward." When that doesn't seem to satisfy him, your tone becomes more confident. "I earned a reward."

"There we go, atta girl." He leans in to give you a kiss, a brief moment that turns into something more as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. His tongue dips into your mouth, mingling with yours, and he groans at the feeling.

He pulls your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra and massaging your breasts between kisses. You tilt your head back as his mouth trails down your neck, your collarbone, and then to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipple. “You did such a good job, baby.” He murmurs, his hands and mouth alternating between your tits, the pleasing sensation only adding to the unbearable heat between your thighs. "You always work so hard, gettin' things done for everyone."

He's right. You do work hard. And by the way he's lifting you up and setting you on the bed, he intends on appreciating it.

He pulls down your pants, then your panties, tossing them to the side as he positions himself between your spread legs, admiring your glistening center. "So pretty." He mumbles, leaning in to lick up your arousal.

His tongue is like fire against you, the heat he brings forth a raging inferno that grows and grows, a culmination of god knows how many minutes of torture. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging him in deeper, and the moan he lets out reverberates throughout your body.

After a particularly loud moan leaves your lips, he pulls away to glance up at you. “Yeah, you feel better now, huh?” He chuckles, a grin lingering on his face as you pull his head back down to your pussy.

His tongue laps at you endlessly, and you quickly find yourself approaching your peak. "Oh, god, Logan-" You moan. "Don't stop, please, I'm gonna-"

He pulls away again, just for a moment, his thumb moving to replace his tongue as he spoke to you. "Go on, baby. You've been so good, such a good girl for me." His fingers moved in quick circles around your clit, and you whined as he kept going, faster and faster. "Be a good girl and do one more thing for me, okay? Cum for me, you earned it, c'mon." Then he leans back in and latches onto your clit, and the sensation has you seeing stars as you cum on his tongue. His name echoes throughout the room, your body trembling as pleasure washes over you.

But Logan doesn't stop there. He works three more orgasms out of you with his tongue, only switching to his fingers when he wants to remind you of just how good you're being, how much you deserve a reward, how pretty you look all spread out for him, how much he loves this fuckin' pussy, how much he loves you.

As you come down from your final high, he makes sure to lick you clean, then moves up to languidly kiss you. You moan into his mouth, still in a post orgasmic haze, your eyes heavy from tiredness and bliss. He smiles down at you, brushing some hair out of your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

And as he cleans you both up, gets you a snack and some water, changes you both into pjs and tucks you into bed, he repeats those words and more over and over, an unwavering beacon of strength and support. Yours, forever, always.

tags: @flowersforbucky @thinkinonsense @gewrgia-black @wlwloverwrites @buckybarneswife125 @sweetverine @dilfverines @wchswift @namikyento @lokirogersgirl @nymphoniah @logansdoe @robo-writing @atleastpleasetelephone @r0ttedcherubim @logaenhowlett @th3mrskory @pidgeypidge-pidge @lostinlovingrevery @rosenclaws @cenviswasteland @lubdubology @trr3rr @sacredsorceress @howlettsangel @dixie-isnt-cool @blythesarchives

(this is the taglist for my logan howlett one-shots. if anyone would like to be added to or removed from this taglist, or would specifically prefer to only be tagged for f!, m!, or gn! reader, please let me know!)

[unknownn-girl]

do you want me or do you not?

[dolcecuore]

can somebody recommend me some songs or artists? I listen to everything and music in any language <33 I’m so tired of my playlists atm

[petalprincessxoxo]

does anyone have any weird song recommendations?

i mean like really really weird.

songs kinda like:

•grimes

•björk

•fka twigs

•fiona apple

please give me your most obscure and slightly off-putting songs. the stranger the better.

doesn’t even have to be in english or have any words at all.

ty all in advance x

[manicandobsessive]

YUHHHHHH

bi panic is real

gonna go scream into my pillow goodnight

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

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no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[marionmabelle]

we’ll never have sex- leith ross

[thepeoplesevilhag]

i hope when you think Taylor swift, mcr, Jeff Buckley, Lana del ray, the cure, smashing pumpkins, panic ! At the disco, glee cast, Chappell roan, hozier, one direction, bill joel, the cardigans, bon iver, Elliot smith, boy genius, mazzy star, Fiona Apple. You think of me

[oh-no-its-bird]

MANIC MONDAY IS FINALLY HERE GO READ IT !!!!!!!!

⚠️ FIC CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR DEMON SLAYERS ENDING ⚠️

In one world, Muichiro Tokito falls to the floors of Infinity Castle, bloodied but victorious. In another, he awakens on the floor of a forest filled with trees taller than anything he's ever seen. However bad of a a day Muichiro is about to have, Konoha is about to have a whole lot worse. Or, Muichuro wakes up in Naruto after the final battle, almost immediately beats Danzo to death in front of Shisui, proceeds to get gaslit into helping the Uchiha coup, and maybe kind of accidentally derails all of Naruto canon in spectacularly explosive fashion. Oops?

[wintvies]

i got a lot three books for my birthday so prepare for at least two playlists guys

[misaswif3]

my girl rot playlist :3

[logansdogmotif]

HEY MANIC STREET PREACHERS FANS I NEED YOUR HELP

i was gonna try and post this in a community but you guys don’t seem to have one yet haha

i’m making this girl i really like a playlist and she’s a massive fan of the manics and i know their music surface level but only their most famous songs? i was wondering if i could get any recs for sweet/romantic and/or sexy manics songs if there are any?? again i’m a complete novice i only know their really sad or political stuff haha

thanks so much!!

[jellyshinchan]

Me and him (transition elements)

[alpydk]

And I wish I had been born a girl

Instead of what I am

Yes, I wish I had been born a girl

And not this mess of a man

And not this mess of a man

And not this mess of a man

[crimsonncloverhoney]

ifl the coquette girlies need to know about ha vay!! she’s so lana coded and her music is angelic 🎀🎀

[dolcecuore]

My Spoiled Sweet Girl Playlist!!!

If there is something you should know about me, it's that I adore music. Literally. It pains me anytime I have to pause my song and take out my headphones whenever I'm in class. If I had it my way, I’d listen to my playlists 24/7! Something I like as much is daydreaming, imagining myself living different lives, in Italian we call it; “i film mentali”, mental movies. Recently, I’ve been daydreaming of espresso martini, front-row tickets to NYFW shows, and YSL dresses. Listening to these songs, I just can perfectly picture myself partying in the Upper East Side, dancing with super rich kids, and popping bottles of champagne.

Here is my spoiled sweet girl playlist to embody your inner Serena Van der Woodsen!

Power Trip / J. Cole and Miguel

The Morning / The Weeknd

The Party & After Party / The Weeknd

What You Need / The Weeknd

Everyday / A$AP Rocky

Rumors / Sabrina Claudio

Montreal / The Weeknd

Six Feet Under / The Weeknd

House Of Ballon / The Weeknd

One Of The Girls / The Weeknd

Wicked Games / The Weeknd

What Goes Around...Comes Around / Justin Timberlake

Loft Music / The Weeknd

My Love / Justin Timberlake

Earned It / The Weeknd

Crew Love / Drake

xoxo,

T

[moggie-bear]

Honestly ashnikko goes really hard

Please inform me if she has done any bad things, I don't wanna accidentally support a bad person