Rinatic

Since I love me some history/period pieces, let’s vote for his characters from period pieces. Leopold, Robert Angier, Jean Valjean, PT Barnum, Drover, is there anyone im missing?

Oh yes! I think that’s everyone (as always am open to any and all propaganda and vote rigging 😁)

Can you grow those back?

nsfw, minors dni! 18+ only! (part 1) (part 3)

i’m like ovulating right now so ummm…! here’s another list of vids i wanna share with yall :3

also plsss let me know if yall wanna see more of this—i like making these lil lists for myself but if you guys enjoy em as well, then id love to make more!

you’re an absolute mess for logan, begging for your daddy to make you feel good

a movie night with logan takes a turn, and he ends up fucking you rough on the couch

size kink with logan! he can’t help but pound into his girl’s little cunt.

logan loves to tease you, pulling your panties to the side, slipping his tip in and out, making a mess outta you.

it drives you crazy when he manhandles you, using your cunt and throat as his own personal fuck toy.

logan whispering sweet nothings into your ears as he fucks you from behind

whining around logan’s cock, deepthroating him while he fingers your cunt

catching logan fucking his fist with your cute lil’ panties around his cock—but you decide to give him the real deal

dressing up cute for logan and he shows you his appreciation with a creampie

logan lapping at your cunt like a starved man

some bonus fluff:

being playful in bed with logan while he eats you out :3

you're rolling your hips on him, riding him just how he wants. his firm, calloused hands grip your hips with purpose, digging into your flesh so hard it will surely leave bruises. he wants to leave bruises, evidence of how much he wants you, needs you. growling like a fucking animal as his cock slides in and out of you with ease, each slap of his hips connecting with yours earning soft moans from your lips and rough grunts from his.

he loves staring into your eyes while he fucks you, watching those pretty eyes of yours roll back into your skull - but not tonight. tonight he can't help but be mesmerised by the way his dog tags around your neck bounce each time he thrusts. the soft jingling of the metal fills his ears, adding to the sounds of skin on skin and ragged gasps.

fuck, they looked so good on you. his rough fingers trail across your lower stomach, snaking their way to the tags. the metal around your neck, a sign that he owned you, watching the metal coined with his name slap against your soft skin rhythmically.

"that's it," he yanks the chain suddenly, causing you to gasp and place your hands on his fuzzy chest to steady yourself, "atta'girl. . ." logan coos, as he pumps up into you, meeting your every movement. by now, he knows your wet hole is just aching to be filled. it started aching the moment you crawled into bed beside him.

every. single. night.

and you're his, you know you're his, you've given yourself completely to him. your hand grips around his on the tags as if solidifying this, silently granting him ownership.

logan grins, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

x-men: logan's bar scene

#It's been months and I'm still grateful for this scene

We’re talking Deception today. Lemme feed you, my babies

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Completed

Blog masterlist

Day one: sex pollen (part 1)

Day two: sex tape w/old man!Logan <3

Day three: mean!Logan

Day four: sex tape w/old man!Logan (part 2)

Day five: he gives you head

Day six: sex pollen (part 2)

Day seven: whipped cream

Day eight: naughty polaroids w/old man!Logan

Day 9: creampie

Day 10: overstimulation

Day 11: desperate reader

Day 12: bent over

Day 13: giving Logan head

Day 14: rope bunny

Day 15: in nothing but his shirt

Day 16: don't get caught

Day 17: breeding kink

Day 18: cumdump

Day 19: caught by old man!Logan

Day 20: mirror sex

Day 21: orgasm denial

Day 22: fingering in public

Day 23: pegging logan OR toys

Day 24: watching porn with old man!Logan

Day 25: mutual masturbation

Day 26: teasing Logan

Day 27: Logan jerking off (with a pair of your panties)

Day 28: just the tip...

Day 29: breathplay

Day 30: morning head

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

Molly Maxwell ~ 2013

Ben: You’re something else, Molly Maxwell.

Molly: Is that a good thing?

against all odds,

against all logic,