#smell and sense fragrance

[smellandsenseperfumebrand]

Unveiling the Secret | The Best-Selling Men’s Perfume by Smell & Sense

What Makes Secret So Special?

Secret is not just a perfume; it’s an experience. Designed for men but adored by women who appreciate strong, masculine scents, Secret perfume offers a unique blend of citrus woody fragrance,earthy, citrusy, woody, and green notes. Its long-lasting men’s cologne and refreshing qualities make it perfect for every occasion, whether you’re heading to a business meeting or enjoying a casual day out.

Key Notes of Secret:

Top Notes: Artemisia, Basil, Bergamot, Rosemary, Lemon Verbena, and Lavender

Middle Notes: Earthy and green tones with a subtle hint of freshness

Base Notes: Woody undertones that create a balanced and masculine aura

Secret perfume provides a similar luxurious scent that’s well-suited for frequent travelers and those who perspire heavily. Its crisp lemon fragrance adds a touch of invigoration, often referred to as the ‘Cinthol’ effect.

Why Choose Secret?

Secret perfume is more than just a fragrance; it’s a statement. It’s for the man who values confidence, charm, and a sense of freshness in every step he takes. Whether you’re stepping into a boardroom or walking along the beach, Secret perfume ensures you leave an unforgettable impression.

Discover the captivating allure of Secret perfume, the best selling men’s perfume by Smell & Sense. A refreshing, long lasting fragrance with citrusy, woody, and green notes, perfect for daily wear and special occasions. Unleash confidence and charm with every spray.

[madaqueue]

QUINNNNNN THE PICREW WAS SO FUCKING CUTE SO I HAVE TO ASK ^_^ what are some of your favorite date ideas when it comes to you and satoru? what does his hoodie smell like? AND OOOH what’s one game that you go crazy over and that he goes crazy over :3 I LOVE YOU QUINN please know suguru said you can use all the money in his wallet but satoru DOES have to pay a fee :3 it’s a special treatment only for quinn 🙂‍↕️🩷 - @gothsuguru <333

KAIRO KAIRO KAIROOOOO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AND SUGU PLAYING VIDEO GAMES TOGETHER YOU ARE SO CUTE I KISS YOU MWAH MWAH MWAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO . satoru and i normally don't play video games (neither of us have the attention span for it / we get too competitive) (choso and i are the # gamer couple of the bunch) HOWEVER !!!!!! we can play a few games together if we're able to be on a team/don't have to compete :3 so we play some gta and a little valorant/overwatch teehee but it almost always ends with him getting worked up when a stranger in vc is mean to me and then we have to take a break and calm down sldkjflskdjf

OOOH!!! and our favorite dates are baking together (we are both horrible at it), trying out new bakeries and cafes (we love a little sweet treat), and watching movies (BUT we have to be at home bc we both YAPPPP during movies so we can't be in theaters HAHAHAHHAAHA) we do 'sleepover nights' where we get our fav snacks and stay up late watching movies and fall asleep cuddling on the couch :33 it's very silly but it's our little routine <333

OKAY AND I . WENT A LITTLE INSANE ABT WHAT I THINK SATORU SMELLS LIKE SLDKJFSLKDFJ (ALSO I WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS AS SOMEONE W MUCH MORE KNOWLEDGE ON SCENTS !!!!!) but i think his fancy cologne is something like ck's 'be' (like lavender and bergamot and minttttt) or dior's 'dior homme' (more lavender and bergamot .... but now with cedar !!!!) and for regular everyday stuff i think he smells like old spice 'deep sea' :33 ANYWAYS sometimes he'll spray a lil of his cologne on his hoodies before letting me borrow them bc he knows i like to smell like him <33 sobs

I LOVE YOU TELL SUGU WE SAY THANK YOU FOR BANKROLLING USSSSS (toru will pay him back .... someday :3333)

[shopcat]

APPARENTLY they're literally all dupes for expensive perfumes which is kind of funny so the one i like is a yves saint laurent black opium dupe and i also like one that's apparently prada lol. and the other two are marc jacob's and no one can agree on the last one but it's close eilish no 1 apparently which is kind of hilarious idk why celebrity perfumes are so dumb to be as if they actually made them. both the black opium dupe one and that one were in the men's section too and have the black bottles for #gender roles which is a bit slay bc they are all technically women's perfumes. not that that's really a thing but yknow. they're all pretty floral

[arcanespillo]

37.) do you have any strange habits?

hi maggie ! the only thing that comes to mind other people have pointed out to be weird is that i wear perfume in the house, like i'll have a shower and put perfume on even when i'm staying in, it just feels comfier 2 me

[metalst]

Someone saying flashman bro i think he would smell like clorox or maybe lavander floor cleaner

No bc you’re right, he loves bathtime despite being a robot there’s no way he’s stinky

[emotionallychargedtowel]

So I'm interested in this both as a perfume nerd and as someone who is curious about the techniques actors use in intimate scenes. At first I reblogged it without commentary, just tags. But then I remembered there's a psychology angle that's interesting enough to be worth mentioning and thought I should add a real comment.

It might be useful for an actor to harness some other repeated sensory detail to get themselves and a scene partner into the right headspace. Listening to certain music, for example. But using a smell--one that is pleasant and complex--seems like it would be particularly effective. I remembered as soon as I saw this that there are olfactory structures close to limbic structures in the brain, but I didn't remember the exact details so I looked them up. This article from the Harvard Gazette is a good resources about this, both accessible and substantive. Here's a good pull quote that gives the additional details I was looking for:

More than any other sense, our sense of smell is closely and integrally connected with our memories. And not just our memories, but the area of the brain where memories connect with emotion, particularly around certain aspects of our lives. Guess what one of those aspects is? Reproduction! Emotions and memories related to sexuality are linked to limbic structures and they are housed right next to the area that processes olfactory stimuli. And location matters when it comes to the ease with which brain structures communicate.

Speaking of stimuli--if a stimulus is repeatedly paired with another, they become linked in a way that is also structural, because thoughts and memories create links between neurons that can last a long time. Anyone who has studied psychology at all will have heard of Pavlov and his dog, who he trained to associate food with the sound of a bell until the sound of the bell alone would make him salivate. If an actor pairs the performance of intimacy with an olfactory stimulus like a fragrance, the smell is going to bring back memories of their other performances that featured that fragrance (in other words, Khaotung will be reminded of every scene he's worn this fragrance in and First will be reminded of his scenes with Khaotung). If you really wanted to maximize the effect of this, it would be best not to use the same fragrance you use in intimate scenes in your daily life, because too much use could habituate you to the scent until you aren't affected by it.

All in all, this seems like a really smart strategy on Khaotung's part.

#a well proven tactic.

[smellandsense]

Hidden desire

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Liebig Company's Fleisch-Extract & Pepton, Trade Card, Die fünf Sinne, Geruch, c. 1890s. by Halloween HJB Via Flickr: "The five senses, smell"

[teamseaslug]

I may have to buy a proper bottle of Zoologist Squid I actually am obsessed with this perfume.

[tachyon-at-rest]

I usually sniff potentially damp fabric: if it is dirty and wet that is very easy to smell, if it is clean and wet/damp even your untrained homo sapien nose can detect many more odors hitchhiking on water vapor. This works even if you don't use fragranced detergent, fabric softeners and dryer sheets.

hold up what do you mean humans can't tell if something's wet . what

[smellandsenseperfumebrand]

Embrace Elegance Every Day with Allure Perfume

Add a touch of elegance perfume to your life with Allure Perfume from Smell & Sense. This enchanting fragrance, featuring citrus, floral, and woody notes, is perfect for the woman who wants a scent that complements her lifestyle. Whether you're heading to a business meeting or a casual dinner, Allure by Smell & Sense is the ideal companion. It’s not just a perfume, but a signature scent that leaves a long lasting impression.

[cat-eye-nebula]

Synthetic scents are so bad that they’re even being called the new second-hand smoke. 95% of chemicals used in synthetic fragrances are derived from petroleum (fossil fuel). These include things like benzene derivatives (carcinogenic), aldehydes, toluene, and many other toxic chemicals linked to cancer, birth defects, central nervous system disorders and allergic reactions. -> 5 Serious Health Dangers of Synthetic Scents

⚠️Analysis of a perfume - 181 chemical substances

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

sorry but if you think the pythia was just some woman high on natural gas you're ngmi

[lucygraysboy]

“i can’t believe we’re meeting again, and in nashville, too. out of all the places in the world. i mean, i wouldn’t be half as surprised if we bumped into each other in new york city or back at our hometown, but nashville?” he trails off and shakes his head in sheer disbelief. the unusual location of their unexpected reunion only adds on to the surreal feeling of the moment, making him wonder if fate really does exist as nothing about this seems coincidental. “it’s good to see you, lucy gray.” he means every word that leaves his mouth. it might be difficult on his heart, their paths crossing every now and then, but there’s a part of him that’s missed her tremendously. it’s good to know that she’s doing okay. she seems happier now, without him in the picture. more radiant. it both crushes his heart and makes it swell. “my hair? oh, right… finally grew back. i stopped shavin’ it. my stylists like this more natural, boyish kind of look, too.” his smile continues to grow, the feeling of her fingers in his mane so familiar that it nearly has him questioning what year they’re living in. did he go back in time? are they still in high school? “speakin’ of hair, look at you. i love the feathers. how’d you even put them in your curls? do you glue ‘em?” he wonders aloud, twirling a dark ringlet around his fingertip with sheer fascination. 

“thank you. it means a lot to me. i hope you know i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” after all, he’d only taken interest in theater because it was something that she was very passionate about. he just wanted to impress her. “i’ll be on TV this sunday, can you believe this? it sounds crazy when i say it.” he wonders if she intends to watch it, and if she does, what her boyfriend will think of that. right. her boyfriend. “i saw your comment on instagram, made me smile.” but he never responded to it, only hearted it, and now can’t help but feel silly. “oh, you create magic on stage. how do you do this? you open your mouth and people listen, hypnotized, unable to take their eyes off of you. i don’t know if you saw it, but you pointed a finger at that one poor kid and he nearly fainted on the spot.” it doesn’t surprise him one bit, though. she’s always been so crazily talented and could bewitch everyone in the room. smiling as he listens to her talk about their road to nashville, he can’t keep the look of pride off his face. “i’m so proud of you, too. look at you. a star in the making. are you planning on staying here a little longer? playin’ a few more shows?” he’d love to come to one more show before he leaves, would love to see her again. perform. he’d love to see her perform again. “mm, what’s that thing you’re drinkin’?” he asks, claiming the stool beside her and politely asking the bartender to give them two such baskets and double fries, insisting on paying for their whole order and tipping generously. “since when new you into… what’s that? vodka?” there’s no judgement in his voice, just genuinely surprise.

“billy!?” the brunette exclaims, still wildly doe eyed and in DISBELIEF that’s really, truly him. it’s so odd seeing him in real life, instead of just in pictures she’d see time to time on his social media. odd he’s at this same location as her. her body pulled into his arms from where she sits an even more surreal experience, nose diving into his neck and that homey scent that sticks to him engulfing her senses, the neck of her guitar strapped to her back hitting him in the cheek while her palms clutch his shirt. “so hard to believe it’s you. and your hair.” a hand has to reach up, touching the back of his head, fingers feeling dark curls— unable to stop the involuntary smile that spills over her olive features when it reminds her of the person she once knew. “your show.” that is right… she did see that on instagram and remembers leaving a small ‘congrats🤍’ on the post. even though she wanted to write more, ‘congrats cowboy. you were always meant to be one🤍’. but it wasn’t her place and it didn’t feel right so she left it simple. because despite how much he’s hurt her, she’d never snub him accomplishing something so huge. even if she felt he was letting it give him the big head, too. “i saw that. i’m so proud of you. how crazy to wind up here with me.” she spoke again in disbelief. “and thank you, that means a lot to me you’d say that.” that she hasn’t changed and that her song was good. “well, we’ve been playin’ in small places for awhile and made it on up here to the city,” she explains, turning in her seat once the moonshine is slid to her. thanking the bartender before taking a big sip, features twisting and turning at the flavor but she’s eager to chase after the buzz. “oh, yeah! can i get a basket of the grilled tenders?! nashville hot sauce on the side an’ the sweet potato fries, please.” lucy gray calls him back over before he can leave, remembering how vital it is she gets some food. “sure thing,” she hears him confirm over the music before he goes off to get that order in.

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Blind Gojo adjusting to his new life…

The fight against Sukuna took a lot from everybody. With everyone making sacrifices, it was only right Satoru did too. He wanted to win, he was the strongest right? He had to win, no matter what. Losing the six eyes was just the mere cost of winning the battle. It was worth it right?

Satoru believed he didn’t deserve to live, but he had too now for everyone who died. Ultimately, deciding to now live his life as Satoru Gojo and not "the strongest” anymore. Losing the six eyes initially lead to frustration and anger, as he tried to adjust to being blind. He felt useless for a while, not being as efficient as he was. But over time, this loss lead to his personal growth. Gojo developed a deeper sense of humility and empathy for others, finally understanding the struggles of those who are not as gifted as he once was.

It wasn’t until he met you that he started to feel a sense of normalcy. And here he was at almost 30 learning how to live as a human for the first time. You taught him what true genuine love was and you patiently taught him how to reciprocate it back to you. He learned how to express his feelings to you instead of bottling them up inside. You created a safe space for him where he could unveil the true side of himself. Trust and intimacy forming between you two. Both of you navigating the complexities of loving each other.

He also didn’t know exactly what you looked like, not that he cared. His other senses were still in top shape and keen allies to him. That’s why his hands are always on you, he could feel you. Feeling the warmth of your body against his fingertips, large cold hands always coming to your face. He liked tracing your bone structure with the pads of his fingers, caressing your cheeks, and especially savoring your lips against his own. With each caress, he discovered new assets of your beauty, not defined by your visual appearance but by the sensations that awakened within him.

He could also smell your scent. He knows when you walk into a room when the sweetness of your perfume fills his nostrils, causing it to twitch like a bunny. He buries his nose into your hair because he loves the fresh fragrance of your shampoo. He loves when you bake him all his favorite sweets, the aroma of brown sugar lingering on you makes you smell even sweeter.

The sound of your voice. Satoru could never get tired of it. For once in his life, Satoru found himself not being the talkative one in a relationship. He cherished all the words that would leave your lips, each word a symphony to his ears. In the mornings Satoru would always lay in bed until you woke up waiting for the sound of your voice to be the first thing he heard each day.

All these aspects combined Satoru knew he was finally living the life he finally dreamed of. Every touch, every word, every moment was filling his deepest desires. In your presence, he found the reason why he deserved to live. He found peace and joy, a sense of completeness that he had long yearned for all in one person.

Even though he couldn't see anymore he felt things he didn’t before. He made up his mind that he didn't want to waste any more time. Satoru was now certain that his blindness didn’t stop his ability to love or to commit fully to you and he was more than grateful that you showed him that. It wasn’t long before you both decided to marry.

“She’s perfect…” you utter softly, handing the baby gently into an anxious Satoru’s arms. He cradles the baby just like you taught him, careful to not get too excited and accidentally hurt her. The baby babbles as she feels the comforting warmth of her father.

“The little sounds she makes are my favorite thing to hear,” he says, poking the baby’s cheek. “Describe her again to me, will you?” Satoru looks up from the baby, trying to decipher where you were.

You walk over to join him on the couch. “Of course, she has your beautiful blue eyes…” You noticed Satoru smiling, still holding his daughter close to him. “And your white hair…” you continue, Satoru’s finger coming up to her head, feeling the softness in her hair.

You describe every detail you could about the little baby to Satoru. You tell him about how her eyes seem to gaze into his soul full of love, and the way her tiny nose wrinkles when she sleeps just like his. A lone tear falls down Satoru's face, filled with heartache knowing that he will never be able to see her with his own eyes.

In that vulnerable moment, you hold Satoru close, letting him know that you were there. He smiles at you as he feels your touch, sniffling. There was determination in Satoru’s eyes. He was going to cherish every moment with his family.

"I'll be there for both of you," Satoru whispers, his voice filled with quiet resolve. His words carry a promise.

Thank you @suguwife for this lovely idea and the discord server as well!

[retrosabers]

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.

FICMAS DAY 5 - UNWRAPPING

A RETROSABERS X PANDAPETALS DOUBLE FEATURE

old man logan x fem!reader

summary: logan didn’t believe in exchanging christmas presents. so, you offer him something you know he can’t refuse. a night where’s he’s free to have you all to himself.

contains: 18+ content below the cut. MINORS DNI. making out, some dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), implied age gap, a dash of angst, swearing

word count: 2.6k

a/n: you thought i’d let a whole season pass without a little taste of some festive smut? absolutely hilarious. this is my first time writing for old man logan, and i think i did pretty alright considering i have yet to watch the movie (i’m terrified of the pain it will bring)

any feedback is always greatly appreciated!

also, don’t be confused by the fact that this says day 5 when i still haven’t posted day 4, i’m writing these bad boys out of order

and finally, a huge shoutout & thanks to the wildly talented @pandapetals for agreeing to do a little collaboration! please go check out her blog and all of her amazing work! <3

FIND HER PART HERE

!! divider by @estrelinha-s !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

“are you sure your eyes are closed?”

logan grunts. “they’re closed, darlin’. promise.”

he’s been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes now, waiting for you to bring out this so-called “surprise.” from the ambient lighting and freshly washed bed sheets, the man thinks he’s got a general idea of what it is, but you’ve been fiddling in the bathroom too long for him to be certain.

still, he appeases you, and waits patiently at the foot of your bed. even if it’s a little bit uncomfortable on his knees.

meanwhile you’re fussing over every little detail of your appearance in the groggy bathroom mirror.

this was your solution to getting around logan’s “i don’t need anything for christmas” rule. you always begrudgingly abided by it, save for the box of cigars that always mysteriously turnt up in his nightstand on christmas eve. you knew he could never turn it down, no matter how much he tried.

logan could never say no to a smoke break with a nice pack of cubans. and he most certainly couldn’t say no to you.

that's how you decided upon this whole scheme. dolling yourself up and donning a new set of lingerie themed to the occasion, knowing logan had no leg to stand on. because technically, you didn’t buy anything for him. you bought this for you. he just so happened to be the person who was going to help take it off.

or rip it off, knowing your man’s track record of impatience and eagerness.

you share the exact same sentiment, though your tendency to be anile overpowers all else. you know it doesn’t matter if you have a hair or two out of place, or if your lips are slightly over lined. perfection never mattered to logan, but it still didn’t stop you from doing everything in your power to be pretty damn close to it tonight.

even if it meant making him wait a few extra minutes.

you pay your reflection one final glance before sauntering out into the bedroom.

he smells you before he hears you.

your scent wafting into the room captures his attention more than anything else. logan’s senses may not be as keen as they once were, but the fragrance of you was something utterly unmistakable. a sweet yet sultry aroma that he ached to have on his skin, his clothes, anywhere, to keep him grounded. to remind himself that you were real and you were his. it only adds to the anticipation building inside, the mere seconds he has to wait dragging on like hours in his mind.

a wave of lust overtakes you as logan comes into view. somehow just the sight of him is enough to send a bout of arousal down to your core.

that crisp white dress shirt he always wears is unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to reveal those chiseled forearms you love to have wrapped around you. the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminates the weathered curves of his face so beautifully. a contrast to the ruggedness of his position; legs lazily spread wide and long, thick fingers tapping mindlessly against his thigh.

the picture of a real man. and he’s all yours for the taking.

the sound of your footsteps padding against the floor grows louder. obediently, logan’s eyes stay shut, despite the fact that the other aroma you carry is hot and heavy in his nostrils. his upper lip twitches with a knowing smirk.

so this is exactly what he had in mind.

on instinct, his thighs spread even further when he senses your approach, hands itching to find their place on you somehow. when your own stay glued to your sides, he takes that as his cue to do the same.

logan really hates to admit it, but there’s something about this little bit of mystery that’s got him going before you’ve even begun.

“you ready?” your voice comes out breathy, and if logan didn’t know any better he’d think you’re nervous. and truth be told, you were. not that logan wouldn’t get his kicks, you were certain of that. more so that you’d be unable to walk come tomorrow morning.

though neither of you would consider it a bad thing

“yes ma’am,” he grumbles in response, knowing exactly the effect it has on you. the cockiness on his face is inevitable when he hears your breath hitch.

tease. if that’s how he wants to play, you’re in for a long night.

with a quiet sigh, you splay your fingers over the expanse of his broad shoulders. the man takes it as permission, calloused palms wrapping around your calves and not daring to travel any further. he knows he’ll lose any remaining self control if he gets so much as an inch closer to the apex of your thighs.

“okay.” you murmur. “you can open your eyes.”

slowly, those dark irises begin to drink you in. his grip on you tightens as soon as he gets the whole picture, a visible tent forming in his dress slacks almost immediately.

logan thought you were the most beautiful women he’s ever seen under any conditions. didn’t matter if you were sick, if you were bare faced, none of that changed how otherworldly you looked in his eyes. but nothing, and i mean nothing, compared to the sight of you before him right now.

you look like something out of a dream. hair styled in a way that drives him particularly crazy, makeup done to highlight your features so elegantly in the dim light. the best, and quite possibly logan’s favorite part, however, is that your lips are painted a shade of red to perfectly match the ensemble adorning your body. it sparks a slideshow of rather lewd images in his brain, wanting the color scattered across his cheek, his chest, his cock. anywhere you’re willing to brand him.

he’s committed every inch of you to memory by now. countless nights of exploring, mapping out your curves with hand and tongue. and still, everytime he sees you like this, practically offering yourself on a silver platter, he can’t help but stare back as though this is the very first time.

especially when that crimson silk is accentuating your figure so nicely.

“do you like it?” you ask coyly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth like you’re not fully aware of the power you have over him.

logan scoffs out a laugh, dragging his hands higher and higher until they tug at your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap in one swift motion. you squeak at the sudden display of strength, forgetting that despite his age, he was still infinitely stronger than any man you’ve ever met.

even beneath the layers of fabric between you, the sheer size of him was impossible to ignore. fuck, and he wasn’t even fully hard. you bite back a moan at the outline of his length pressed between your legs.

“that answer your question?” he quips back lowly, smirking smugly.

you hum in content, pressing your hands further into his shoulders as you experimentally grind your hips. the pair of you preen at the contact, desperate for any form of relief after being pent up and waiting.

“careful,” logan grits out in warning. “gonna cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager if you keep that up.”

you tsk in response, cocking your head with faux concern. “can’t have that, now can we?”

logan shakes his head at your antics, eyes wandering back over your body once more. before tonight, his favorite set of lingerie you owned was a black lacy number. simple and classic. but the more time he spends inspecting what’s currently adorning your frame, the more he thinks that red might be his new favorite color.

something warm spills over him when he glances at your chest again. something different than what he normally experiences every time he catches a glimpse of your cleavage, anyways.

“is that a bow?” he questions, a little bit amused.

you let out a soft giggle, nodding in reply.

“wanted you to be able to unwrap your present.”

you can count the amount of times logan has laughed, really truly laughed, on one hand. and as much as it sounds like music to your ears, you’re rather confused as to why he’s laughing right now.

“what’s so funny?” you huff, brows knit together and bottom lip jutted in a near pout.

logan averts your inquiry, burying his face in your neck so you can’t see him grinning like an idiot. instead, he busies himself with dragging his lips up and down the column of your throat, reveling in the breathy moans spilling from your lips with each and every press against your skin.

from the moment you met logan howlett, you fantasized about that salt and pepper beard. longed to feel the delicious sting of scruff against every part of you. as addicting as it is, the sensation isn’t enough to keep you completely distracted.

“logan,” you whine, titling your head back to grant him more access. “m’serious.”

he doesn’t halt his ministrations, too consumed with making sure your neck is painted every shade of lavender under the sun. he only stops when you rake your fingers in his hair and physically pull him off, much to both your dismays.

you give him a look. that pursed lips, narrow eyed “what aren’t you saying to me” look that signals he’s going to have to fess up to whatever’s on his mind, or else the evening would be coming to an end right here and now. from the way he’s about to burst through the zipper on his dress slacks, you know he’s not considering weighing options.

logan sighs heavily. if you didn’t know all the variations of the sound, you’d think he was upset with you. but that was far from how the older man felt. he begins to examine your face, observing everything from the slopes of your bone structure, to the color of your irises. he studies your features like an artisan in a gallery, content on not missing a single detail.

after a moment, the corners of his mouth turn up a hair. eyes almost dopey; filled with a lovesickness he never thought could be possible.

“you’re somethin’ else, y’know that?” he murmurs into the air, rough fingertips tracing back and forth across your spine.

you speak the language of logan fluently, knowing exactly what the underlying message of his words were. in reality, he was saying, “what did i do in this life to deserve you? will you ever know how much i love you? i hope you’ll be mine for as long as you’ll have me.”

suddenly his round of laughter from before rings brighter in your ears.

instead of saying another word, you guide his face to yours, connecting your lips in a silent understanding.

logan always kisses you like a man starved, devouring you whole as though every kiss may be the last. there was nothing tame, or tender about the man they once called the wolverine, but you managed to slip between the cracks of his stony disposition, and bring forth all the parts of himself he swore he lost decades ago.

your hands encircle around the back of his neck, logan’s squeezing at the flesh of your hips. he pulls you impossibly closer, pressing the swell of your chest against his own. the feeling of your nipples pebbling through velvet fabric reminds him of the true nature of your current situation.

tonight was for him. his pleasure, his enjoyment. he knew you’d be heavily dissatisfied if he didn’t indulge in what you were offering.

and what kind of man would logan be, if he disappointed his sweet girl?

you’re not expecting him to be so gentle when he turns and flips you over, mouth never once leaving yours. a large hand spread across your back as he lowers you down onto the mattress with a care reserved for you and only you. a fact that adds to your current state of arousal. your legs open like second nature, and logan slots himself between them as though that’s where he was always meant to be.

the whine that leaves you when he pulls away would be embarrassing if it weren’t for the hunger in his stare. those normally hazel pupils now a brownish black that overshadowed bright white. he sits back on his haunches, glazing over your pretty little lingerie with a newfound appreciation.

he reaches to toy with the end of the bow tied snugly between your breasts, a teasing invitation that he graciously accepts.

at a tantalizing pace, he begins to unwrap his present, watching with lustful eyes as more and more skin becomes exposed. you arch your back the slightest bit to get the job done faster, the shoe of impatience now snug on your foot instead of his.

normally, logan would scold, spit something about “being a good girl and waiting.” but he’s just as riled up and eager as you are, and he gives the velvet one final tug that has your breasts springing free.

god you were absolute perfection.

he can’t resist running a thumb over your erect nipples, reveling in the way you squirm over such a small touch. your color coated lips swollen and shiny from his kisses. body already relaxed and pliant, willing to do whatever he so pleases.

a few minutes ago, he would’ve torn your outfit off without second thought and shown no mercy. let the shitty week he was having take control, guide him through the motions of achieving pleasure. but something inside logan urges him to be a little sentimental; take his sweet time on the off chance that he wakes up and discovers this was all a dream.

so he decides that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

the path down to your core was a familiar one, a route he knew like the back of his hand. sloppy, wet kisses trail down your stomach, a small crack in logan’s otherwise composed exterior. by the time he reaches the hem of your panties, tongue teasing beneath the waistband, you’re bursting at the seams with desire, unable to stop yourself from whimpering and bucking your hips upward.

“i gotcha honey,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. “m’gonna take real good care of ya.”

logan knew you were soaked the second you walked into the room. didn’t need to see or feel it to know. still, he indulges his ego and stares proudly at the dark patch in the center of your underwear. knowing it was all his doing, that he was the only one who could get you like this.

when he pulls the fabric to the side and is met with your glistening folds, he can’t help the groan that rumbles in his chest.

“merry fuckin’ christmas to me,” he all but growls before diving right in.

it’s in moments like these where he wishes that photographic memory was his mutation, though he doubts he’ll ever forget this. his perfect girl, laid out so delicately beneath him, basking in the pale moonlight that seeped in between the curtains. his own personal utopia, paradise within the four walls of this rickety building you called home.

logan wonders if maybe he’s finally succumbed to the poison in his bones. because this sure does feel like heaven.

at the very least, it most definitely feels like christmas.

because having the privilege of watching you come undone was the gift that kept on giving all year round.

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