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DO NOT DO THIS.

This makes me so angry.

If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.

My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.

When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.

If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.

Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.

Please signal boost this so people know.

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i kinda want to write Amaris in other universes. Amaris with her two dads (Logan/Kurt, Logan/Morph, Logan/Wade). Pin her in a fight against her siblings from different universes. Write her as a member of the brotherhood. As an Avenger. As a rouge. Write her with Rogue, or write her with Bucky Barnes.

I just need the things

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Headcanon that Logan gets really cold at night / during winter because of his adamantium skeleton and Ororo will cover and coddle him with a literal mountain of cozy and fluffy blankets and pillow to keep him warm and comfortable. Bonus points if Laura is under said mountain with him

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SECRET BOYFRIEND LOGAN IS SOOO GOOD I HOPE YOU MAKE MORE

Here is more just for you😘

A/N: secret bf!logan, 18+ f!reader, mutant!reader (unspecified mutation), semi public, oral m!receiving

The X Mansion’s gym is empty this late at night, except for Logan who’s been working out for the past hour, now shirtless, drenched in sweat, the sharp ridges of his muscles flexing with each controlled movement. He’s been pushing himself hard, weights stacked dangerously high, his body buzzing with exertion. And then you waltz in wearing your favorite pair of leggings and a fitted tank, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Look at you, cowboy. Sweaty, grumpy, and brooding - just how I like you.” You tease, grinning while leaning against a machine.

Logan glances at you, unimpressed, but the heat in your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. “You come here to train or to distract me?” He asks gruffly, lifting another set.

You smirk, sauntering closer. “Can’t I do both? You ask as you close the distance, reaching out to trail your fingers over his shoulder, watching the muscles twitch beneath your touch. “Besides, you look too good not to touch.” Logan doesn’t even get the chance to finish his set before you’re straddling his lap on the bench, your thighs resting over his own, your hands greedily roaming over his damp chest.

Your fingers trace the coarse hair on his pecs then down his sculpted abdomen, feeling every ridge of muscle. You’re breathless, your lips already kissing and biting across his broad shoulders. Logan’s hands tighten on your waist, rough palms sliding beneath your tank top, gripping the warm skin of your back.

“You really got no shame, huh?” Logan asks, his voice low and husky because he’s not really complaining.

You grin against his skin, licking a stripe along his collarbone. “Not when you look like this.” You’re too far gone now, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his chest, leaving behind a path of heat and hunger.

And Logan doesn’t plan on stopping you.

When you bite his bicep, he lets out a deep, throaty growl, his hands flexing on your hips. “You tryna mark me up, baby?” Logan asks, half-laughing, half-groaning.

“Maybe.” You whisper, lips moving lower over his sternum. You push at his shoulders, making him lie back on the bench as your mouth continues downward. Logan watches you, his breathing ragged, the intensity in his gaze burning through you. And then your lips reach his happy trail. You pause, glancing up at him through thick lashes, your voice honey-sweet but dripping with wicked intent. “Can I suck you off?” You ask innocently, already palming him through his sweatpants.

Logan grins, shaking his head slightly, eyes dark with something primal. “Least you got good manners, sweetheart.” He smirks, his voice like gravel, and then he lifts his hips slightly, a silent invitation to let you take exactly what you want.

The second Logan gives you that silent permission, you waste no time. You tug his sweatpants down just enough, freeing him, and the sight alone makes you whimper softly. He’s thick, heavy, flushed with heat, already hard from your teasing. Your fingers wrap around the base, squeezing lightly as you lean in, pressing a slow, wet kiss to the tip, your tongue flicking out to taste him. “Fuck, baby…that’s it.” Logan exhales sharply, his voice rough. You get bolder - licking, sucking, hollowing your cheeks, taking as much of him as you can. His hand slides into your hair, not forcing, just guiding, fingers massaging your scalp as he watches you devour him with eager hunger. “You love this, huh? Love makin’ a mess on me?” Logan asks with a low, breathy chuckle, caressing your cheek.

“Mmhmm.” You moan around him, eyes fluttering up to meet his gaze. His cock twitches at the sight. Your big eyes glazed over with pleasure looking up at him, your pretty lips stretched around his length, spit glistening on your chin as you bob your head faster.

“You’re so damn pretty like this, sweetheart.” Logan growls lowly, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth. You whimper, tightening your grip at the base, your free hand clutching his thigh for balance. Logan lets his head fall back for a second, eyes squeezing shut as you take him deeper, your throat gagging slightly, but you don’t stop. You’re messy, you’re greedy, you’re driven by pure desire to make him come undone.

His hand tightens in your hair, and he’s about to lose it entirely - until suddenly - footsteps. Logan’s eyes snap open. His senses sharpen immediately, his entire body tensing as he hears someone approaching the gym. “Fuck. Baby, stop - ” Logan’s voice is low and urgent, but you don’t hear him at first, too caught up in your pace, your mouth still working him over. Logan grits his teeth, forcing himself to pull you off. “Y/N - now.” He grips your jaw gently but firmly, lifting you off his cock just in time as the footsteps get closer. You blink up at him, dazed, lips swollen, breath hitching in protest.

“Logan - ” You whisper, still licking your lips.

“Treadmill. Now.” He pulls his sweatpants back up, adjusting himself quickly, while you - still flushed and wrecked - scramble to your feet, rushing to the treadmill, hitting the start button and walking casually like you hadn’t just been on your knees ruining his life.

Logan, meanwhile, grabs a towel, wiping his face, forcing his expression back to neutral just as the door opens. And just like that, you get away with it, keeping your shared secret just a little longer. The second you are alone again, however, he plans to finish what you started.

Just a little something because it’s Friday and I felt good today:)

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happy valentine's day 🫶

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because of brainstorming for future chapters, events, and little side stories for my Take My Whiskey Neat series, I can't stop picturing:

a future Amaris hanging out and playing with her eight - nine year old little sister, Kendall Logan, running around outside. Just for little Kendall to use her mutant powers for the first time and frying Amaris with a few bolts of lightening.

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Takedown

Read it on AO3!

Rating: E

Relationships: Logan/Ororo Munroe

Wordcount: 4052

Summary:

Relief at survival and frustration with the consequences of her cure send Ororo seeking relief for her tension and stress. She's come to Haven House for what its name offers: friendship, safety, peace. Home is not a place, it is the people that make it so. And with Logan, she will find what she needs most of all.

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crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

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reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺

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wip wednesday

the following is a little excerpt from chapter 5 of Take My Whiskey Neat. I have much more to add to this chapter, so i'm excited to post it (hopefully) soon.

Storm plucked one of the dresses off the rack, draping it over her body as she looked down at it briefly. This would be nice for teaching. Pair it with that white jacket I have. Or maybe even yellow, or brown. Logan watched her as she stared in the mirror next to the rack. A smile spread across his lips, his eyes tracing her silhouette. Storm looked up at him in the mirror after feeling his heavy gaze on her form. Logan was quite the flirt. His eyes weren’t the only ones she could feel. Storm looked just past his shoulder, spotting one of the employees, a woman around her age, staring at Logan as she bit her lower lip, lazily folding a shirt. Come on, Logan. I want to try these on. she spoke, before sliding her hand around his back. Logan happily followed Storm around as the lost little puppy he had been for ages. He watched as she picked up a couple of shirts on their way to the dressing rooms. He held the items out toward Storm before she walked into the dressing room. She then grabbed his forearms, gently tugging him into the room. Logan chuckled as he entered the room, locking it behind them. He took a seat on the oversized seat provided, looking up at Storm. She looked at the clothes in his hands, a coy smile dancing on her lips. She took the clothes, tossing them to the ground before she straddled Logan’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Logan’s arms instinctively wrapped over her back and supported her bottom as he looked up at her. This is quite the show already, princess. he spoke in a gruff whisper, his lips ghosting over hers. Storm hummed slightly as one of her hands laced a crown in his hair, her other hand moving to the side of his face, curling her fingers and brushing his facial hair with the backs of her index and middle finger. I haven’t even started yet, she cooed before capturing his lips with hers.

i'm so happy to write for these two!

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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sweet little nap 😌✨

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it's been a second since i've posted on here. I promise i do have things in the works.

Take My Whiskey Neat chapter 5

a second part to the ex-boyfriend logan story

worst!logan x reader

let me know what you are excited for!